FREYA
I follow him down the hall a few paces behind, the way an omega follows an Alpha, and the irony is so thick in my throat I cannot swallow.
We pass the closed double doors of the dining room and turn into the wing of the house I have not set foot in since the morning of the test strip.
His study door is open.
He goes in first and does not hold it for me.
I stop in the doorway for one heartbeat, because the last time I stood here I was carrying a piece of news in my purse that was going to fix my marriage. I had a smile on my mouth and a body that still believed in him. I came in here that morning with something to say to my husband.
I am coming in now because he has something to say to me.
He goes around to the far side of his desk and sits.
He does not invite me to sit but ge
