FREYA'S POV
As I sat at the dining table with Debra, my mind was still spinning from the encounter with Marshall. I couldn't shake the feeling of longing and confusion that had settled within me. Debra, ever perceptive, noticed my distracted state and spoke up, "Freya, you seem preoccupied. Is something bothering you?"
I sighed, trying to put on a brave face for Debra. "It's just... work-related stress, Debra. You know how it gets sometimes."
Debra nodded sympathetically, but her curiosity got the best of her. "I understand, but you know you can always talk to me if something's bothering you. We've been friends for a long time, and I care about you."
"I know, Debra, and I appreciate that," I replied, grateful for her understanding. But the truth was, I couldn't bring myself to share w
