♡Astrid♡

 We arrived at the compound within minutes.

  Freya was still curled up at my side, and I stroked her hair absentmindedly, my mind racing with what to do next.

 Derrick wouldn’t be put on trial without solid evidence. Just Freya and me testifying wouldn’t be enough either.

  Hell, I even doubted if Mom would believe us.

 She trusted that man—loved him, even. That scumbag.

 There was no way I was letting Freya go back to that house while Derrick was still ...