Emily gave me a small smile in return, but it was weighed down by the sadness in her eyes. She saw me in a way no one else did. She saw behind the mask I wore for the pack.
“Still,” she added, her voice sterner this time, “I don’t want you to pretend you’re okay with this. You don’t have to be so calm all the time, Freya. It’s okay to let yourself feel.”
“I’ve already felt enough,” I replied simply, leaning back in my chair.
Her brows furrowed deeply. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means I’ve done my share of crying,” I explained, keeping my voice level. “But crying doesn’t change anything, Emily. It never has.”
“That doesn’t mean you need to bury this,” she countered. “You can’t just keep it all inside. It’s not healthy.”
My lips twitched into a faint smile. “Maybe not. B
