Freya woke up the next morning with a renewed sense of purpose. Her dreams of her mother had been vivid, filled with images of her warmth and strength. It fueled Freya’s determination to do something meaningful. She had to tell Emilia and Raymond about her mother’s reappearance. If anyone could protect her mother from her father’s wrath, it was them.

She quickly dressed and prepared herself mentally for the confrontation she knew was inevitable. Walking down the stairs with as much confidence as she could muster, she found her father sitting in the dining room, sipping his morning coffee. Kenneth was beside him, smirking as if he already knew something...