***Freya***
I yawn and stretch, feeling oddly relaxed after letting Mira run wild with Artemis for hours last night. Their deep affection for each other was undeniable, and it only made me feel worse about how awkward things still were with Ollie.
It was hard to imagine reaching that same level of connection, but since I still had several months before turning seventeen, I told myself there was time—time to adjust, to ease into it. But the apprehension lingered, ever-present in the back of my mind.
Swinging my legs out of bed, I immediately notice Ella’s bed is empty. The duvet is half-off, the pillow lying on the floor near the window—which is cracked open.
I sigh loudly.
“Ohh… not again,” I mutter, crossing the room. Peering out, I spot her curled up on the flat roof, blonde hair co
