Twenty-One
Freya waited as Max sat taller and his eyes brightened, offering her a quick nod to continue, to share the details of her past and the reasons for her fear right now. His swift reaction hinted relief because she’d decided to trust him, but she wasn’t quite done with setting her rules.
“Regardless of what you think of me next, you can never tell anyone a word of what I’m about to say. Got it?”
He gave another easy nod.
She eyed him a beat longer, no burning suspicions creeping in. So, she crossed her legs beneath her and readied to tell her story.
“I’ve never been camping because I was too busy just trying to survive my childhood.” She scowled down at her red-tipped fingers caressing the wool blanket. “There was my mum and her issues, and then there were the years I spent in
