Nineteen

*Freya*

I wished Connor hadn't left. As soon as he walked out of my room, the feeling of depression came rushing back. Even though he had promised to come back and check on me tomorrow, I couldn't shake the overwhelming loneliness that consumed me like a bucket of cold water. As I was about to lie down, I removed my gown with a gentle tug. Suddenly, the door of my room swung open with such force that it made me scream in terror.

Before I could make sense of what ...