♡Astrid♡
Once we got home, I made sure Freya had freshened up and gone to bed before I waited for Adrian in the living room.
I knew he wasn't back because one of his cars wasn't in the garage, and the easier way to get him was to wait for him in the living room.
I sat on the couch and tipped my head back before closing my eyes. God, I was so f*****g tired.
It sucks having a mother who wouldn't believe she made a poor choice of a man who abused a child under his care and was ready to do so to another a couple of years later.
It totally sucks.
I had a lot on my mind that I had no idea when I drifted off.
Someone was touching me. Soft finger brushes across my cheeks, and they were tucking my hair behind my ear.
The touch drifted down, and I tensed up immediately. Derrick.
The smell o
