Harley’s P.O.V.

Freya sighed, long and tired. She said, her grave voice settling like a cold stone in my chest.

“At least, you have the liberty to not see him. For me, Henry is my family. I do not have the luxury of avoidance.”

My chest tightened with horror as Freya wasn’t defending Henry. She was trapped with him, her words hinting towards a deeper issue. Although it was her personal problem, I couldn’t help it and asked.

“Are you unhappy with Uncle Henry? Is he a bad husband?”

Her expression changed for a moment, the shadows of fear darkening her eyes before she composed herself. She stepped back and...