FREYA’S POV
As the last box was carried into our new apartment, we set out to unpack and settle into our respective rooms. Debra and Amy took one room, while I claimed the other as my own. The space was unfamiliar, devoid of the memories that had once filled the walls of my old room, and yet it held the promise of a new beginning.
Closing the door behind me, I found myself standing in a room that lacked the comfort and familiarity I had grown accustomed to. The emptiness echoed in my heart, mirroring the void left by the absence of the moments I had shared with Marshall. It was in this silence that memories of our encounters flooded my mind, consuming my thoughts with a bittersweet longing.
I sank into the soft embrace of the bed, my body seeking solace amidst the confines of this famil
