At the hospital.
Freya tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. Her eyes opened and closed repeatedly, and she stared at her phone so intensely it seemed as if it would develop holes. Bradley still hadn't called to explain.
So, in that man's heart, she wasn't that important after all!
All his talk about missing her, about being there when she needed him, it was all bullsh*t.
Freya, feeling restless, ran her fingers through her hair and picked up her phone, ready to turn it off.
Ding!
A text message arrived before she could do so.
Freya held her breath. Could it be an explanation from Bradley?
With a heart full of hope, she slowly opened the message, only to be disappointed once again.
It wasn't from Bradley, but it was good news from Ella.
"Sweetheart, the Lawson Corporation ca
