Freya quietly moved toward the window and pulled the curtain aside just enough to peek outside. From her vantage point, she saw Dwight hastily leaving the packhouse, his steps urgent as if he were chasing something far more important than anything inside those walls. It wasn’t just him—Hans and Dione had also been unusually busy ever since their return from the mall.
A faint unease stirred within her.
Something was happening—something they weren’t telling her.
But instead of dwelling on it, Freya simply shrugged. Whatever it was, it no longer concerned her. Not anymore.
As soon as Dwight disappeared from sight, she let the curtain fall back into place. She refused to let anyone—even by accident—think that she still cared about him. That version of her was gone. She would never again al
