Freya
I always knew my father never loved me. It was a fact I’d come to terms with years ago, but hearing him say it again today, so bluntly, cut deeper than I expected. I wasn’t even supposed to be surprised anymore. His disdain for me was evident in every action, every look of disgust, and every word that left his mouth. Still, my chest tightened, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. It’s pathetic that I’m still hurt by it, after all this time. I should be used to it, right? But there’s something about hearing it again, the cold finality in his voice, that made the wound rip open all over again. I stared at the ground, trying to hold myself together, but my mind wouldn’t stop racing.
Blaze stood next to me, watching the scene unfold. I didn’t dare look at him. His silence was heavy, a
