~~~Freya~~~

“Freya, your grandma is back from Paris. She’s been transferred back to the city hospital.”

I stood in front of the mirror, carefully applying my makeup for the day. I was just blending in some concealer when I heard Ryder utter those beautiful, words appealing to the ear.

I blinked, completely stunned. The concealer tube slipped from my fingers and clattered onto the dressing table. I spun around so fast I nearly lost my balance.

I rushed over to the bed where Ryder was casually scrolling through his phone. I climbed onto the mattress and sat right in front of him, my eyes wide as I practically leaned into...