FREYA
TWO WEEKS LATER
"I'm having such a great time here!" My mother almost squeals into the phone.
I grimace as I stuff a folded blouse into my luggage, yet I find myself laughing despite the loud pitch of her voice. I can't recall the last time she sounded that upbeat. And I'm thrilled for her.
"The water is so blue here, and the sand is practically white!" She groans and swallows whatever alcohol she is currently drinking. "Dante and I went diving yesterday. It was terrifying, Freya!" I laugh again at the terror in her voice. "But it was also lovely, and he held my hand most of the time.”
"I'm glad you're having fun," I mumble. And I mean that sincerely.
I can hear how happy she is when she speaks. Even though her voice is high pitched and her sentences are largely jumbled since
