Freya’s pov
I got home, and my shoulders were killing me. Folding laundry for hours isn’t a joke.
How do people even do it?
Believe it or not, my dad does my laundry, and I usually find it all folded up in the closet.
I frowned when I realized something: I have been so busy training to be a hunter that I forgot to train in the basic needs of life.
I can’t do my own laundry, probably can’t cook to save my life either.
I drove home and found my father in the kitchen finishing up.
“Dinner will be ready soon. Do you want to go and freshen up first?” he asked me, and I shook my head.
“Is it okay if I help you with dinner?” I asked him.
He looked at me, confused, but just nodded, and I washed my hands and started helping.
“Anything happened today?” he asked me, and I nodded.
