Freya

I’m glad to finally get out of this place with the artifacts secured. Throughout the cleanup and cataloging process, Matthew has been an incredible partner. I’m finally starting to feel positive about the Goddess’s choice for me.

The long ride home gives me time to think. I recall when I was about eleven or twelve lazing about on the wooden porch at my grandmother’s house. She’d brought me a glass of cold lemonade and sat beside me on her handmade wicker chair, turning to me with that always-knowing look in her eye.

“What’s wrong, my little pup?” she asked.

“Randolf was mean to me today,” I complained, folding my...