Chapter 95 Silence, Truth, Lies, Or Love

• Freya’s POV
• The laundry room was loud in the way silence becomes loud. Water dripping somewhere, fabric sighing as it fell from my hands, my own heartbeat thudding like a fist against a locked door. I kept folding the same sheet over and over without realizing it. It still wasn’t straight. I straightened it again. And again.
• Then I felt him before I saw him—his presence a shadow that pressed against the walls. Heavy. Unmistakable. The air shifted, thickening around my ribs until breathing felt like inhaling smoke.