FREYA’S POV
The night had fallen, casting a shadow over the city as I finally finished my work for the day. Most of my colleagues had already gone home, leaving me alone in my office, surrounded by the remnants of my father's documents. The weight of his absence pressed upon me, and I longed for the peace of my own home.
Closing the leather-bound journal, I realized that immersing myself in my father's research had offered a temporary peace from the ache in my heart. It kept my mind occupied, preventing me from drowning in my longing for Marshall's touch and presence. But now, with the day coming to an end, my hunger reminded me of my basic needs, urging me to return to the comfort of my own space.
I stepped out of my office, the quiet halls echoing my footsteps as I made my way towards
