Twenty-Six
Freya hung back just barely inside Luke’s South Melbourne home, her body jammed between Max and the front door, while she tried to be as invisible as possible.
Sophie ran out across the foyer’s high-gloss floorboards and into Luke’s open arms, a similar scene having played out less than an hour earlier when she’d first seen Max.
Sophie slipped out of Luke’s hold, tears streaming down her face. Orlando, in all his beef-cakey glory, stepped forward to give Luke a strong slap on the back, thanking him for taking them on as guests since everything was up in the air with Max’s place.
Freya switched focus to a little girl bouncing up and down, clearly excited with all the commotion and adding to it herself. This had to be Nova, Luke and Agathe’s three-year-old daughter.
Freya had
