Freya sat silently on the bed, tears streaming down her cheeks, her body shaking as the sobs refused to stop. Her heart was raw. She could barely hear Samantha’s voice through the storm of her grief, but then the words cut through her thoughts..

“See? Irene is back,” Samantha said, her eyes fixed on Freya. “And that’s because you’re in Northridge. You belong here. Stop fighting it, Freya. Just let it go. You’ll be fine soon.”

Freya’s lips parted, but no sound came. Her ...