CLARA'S POV
My apartment feels too small with Freya in it.
She sits on my couch staring at nothing. Still wearing the same clothes from the restaurant. Still looking like she might bolt at any second.
"Are you hungry?" I move to the kitchen. "I have leftovers. Or I can order something."
"I am fine."
"You need to eat. When was the last time you had a real meal?"
She does not answer. Just keeps staring.
"I will order pizza"
Iorder pizza anyway. She will eat when it gets here. She always does.
"There are towels in the bathroom. Clean clothes in my room. Help yourself to whatever you need." I grab a bottle of water from the fridge. Hand it to her. "Seriously Freya. Make yourself at home."
"This is not my home." But she takes the water. Drinks half of it. "Nothing is my home anymor
