Chapter 21: A Delicate Balance
(Freya's POV)
Margaret Hunter stood in front of me, her smug expression etched across her sharp features.
Just as she prepared another verbal assault, a sound caught both of our attention. The faint creak of a door opening.
Turning instinctively, my breath hitched. Grace Hunter, Margaret’s daughter, slowly emerged from one of the examination rooms. She looked pale, her shoulders slumped under some invisible weight. A trembling hand clutched her stomach protectively while the other held tightly to a stack of crumpled medical papers.
Her scent hit me before the sight fully sank in, a familiar mix of distress and the same hormonal changes I was experiencing. My throat tightened. There was no doubting it—Grace had come to this hospital under a circumsta
