Thirty-Two
Freya’s heart beat so hard and fast her chest hurt from the unstoppable effort, her muscles so weak they trembled and felt as if they were made of water. She sat in the passenger side of Max’s car, wringing her hands, hating that she hated him right now, while still needing his help to get her the few blocks to the hospital since she wasn’t anywhere near stable enough to make it there alone.
She opened and closed her hand, her elbows down to her fingers numb from the unforgiving adrenaline filling her muscles, and she tried to get back some sort of sensation. She didn’t know what to think. Couldn’t think. Her thoughts were out of control and incapable of slowing down.
Her mother’s last moments loomed.
Heck, so did Freya’s time with Max.
Or any man.
Regardless of what had j
