The Bitter Taste of Truth

FREYA’S POV

I sat on my bed, staring at the same page of my book for the fifth time. The words blurred together, meaningless black shapes on white paper. Outside my door, I could hear him moving around downstairs. The soft thud of his footsteps. The clink of dishes.

"Freya!" His voice drifted up through the floorboards. "Lunch is ready!"

I didn't answer. Maybe if I stayed quiet long enough, he'd g