As a GuestAfter more than three hours bending over the photographs, Freya gave up for the night, kneading her aching neck to release the tension. Freya opened her eyes to find sunlight flowing in through the window of her bedroom. She was out of bed and looking out the window in a flash. The dense fog of yesterday had vanished. She gave a warm smile. As she washed and got dressed for the day, she was in a cheerful mood. She'd had to turn off the bedside lamp herself the night before, and she didn't like it.
Freya was just settling into the sofa with a cup of tea in hand when there was a knock at the door. With a scowl, she helped herself to her feet and stamped. She went down the hall to respond. Her heart sank when she saw Dr. Coleman standing on the doorstep. "Good morning Freya, it’s
