Chapter 15: A Painful Resolution
(Freya's POV)
Emily’s voice stabbed through the phone. I could hear the disbelief, the anger simmering just beneath her tone.
“He hasn’t responded at all? Not even one word? Aaron would never—never—just ignore something like this, Freya. Are you sure? Are you absolutely sure the message went through?” Each word came out clipped, her frustration clear.
I turned away from the window, staring at the blank walls of my office as if they would give me an answer. My palm was sweaty where I gripped the phone, yet my voice came out surprisingly calm. Detached, even.
“It went through,” I said softly.
“How do you know?” she fired back immediately, her volume rising. “Freya, phone signals mess up all the time out here. And there’s no way Aaron, your mate, a
