Rhea
Freya’s diary.
Dear diary,
At first, he’d been ecstatic when I told him, his face forming a wide smile.
It left me puzzled to see him smiling like that, and my expression must have been so evident on my face that it was hard for me to hide, because that smile of his soon disappeared as he looked at me, leaving me with a sinking wave of guilt when he asked who the father of the child truly was.
I couldn’t lie to him. I didn’t even want to. So I told him the truth as it was, and said that the baby belonged to Daciano. Not him.
I expected his reaction, the shattered, broken look he gave me that showed me that my words had his soul in pieces, torn and shredded. Seeing him like that made me feel the pain he felt within myself too, but for him.
Then, for a split second, it changed
