Chapter 23

Freya spent the next day moving her things from her old room into her father’s room. She was going to sleep in there now in case her father needed her at night. The room was large enough for her old twin bed, but Eleanor would allow her to move it.

“This is my room now!” she screeched. “I will not share a room with that useless man!”

Freya was given an old sleeping bag as a bed. Going through her