FREYA'S POV
The shower helps.
Hot water. Steam. The feeling of being clean. I stand under the spray longer than necessary. Put off going downstairs. Put off facing Adrian and whatever this morning is going to be.
Eventually the water runs cold. I get out and wrap myself in a towel. Stare at my reflection in the mirror. I look tired. Dark circles under my eyes. My hair is a mess. But I look human. Normal. Not like someone whose whole world exploded last night.
The closet has more clothes than I could wear in a month. I pick jeans that fit perfectly. A soft gray sweater. Everything still has tags. I rip them off and get dressed quickly.
No makeup. No jewelry. Just me.
I take a breath and head downstairs.
The penthouse is massive in daylight. Open space. Modern furniture. Art o
