FREYA'S POV.
I continued to sit there on the floor in the hallway for God knows how long without making any effort to get up or go back inside.
I don't know how much time has passed since Debra left with Amy, leaving me all alone on the house to myself and my thoughts. My guilt.
I don't know exactly when it happened but I had stopped crying. My face has long since dried up as well as my eyes, no longer having any more tears to give.
I felt exhausted and for the tenth or hundredth time since my fight with Debra this morning I could once again feel the real weight of everything crash down on me and hard.
This is my fault. This is all my fault, all of this.
I can't believe they left. I just can't believe they really left.
Of course Debra was right. I hurt them. I betrayed them with som
