Chapter 166

Maeve's POV

I helped Freya up and adjusted my voice, speaking in an old lady's tone, "Young lady, it's cold on the ground. Get up. You're so young, and I'm sure the life ahead of you is promising. What are you crying for?"

"Ma'am, I lost my best friend. I can't find her," Freya said, looking as sad and stubborn as a girl who had lost her toy.

I put the umbrella in her hand and said earnestly, "All