Freya's pov

I stand outside the campus hotel for ten minutes before I can make myself walk through the doors and my three mates wait beside me without pushing or asking if I'm ready because they already know the answer is no.

My phone says it's two in the afternoon but it feels like the middle of the night with how heavy everything sits in my chest and I keep taking deep breaths that don't actually help.

"We can leave," Sebastian offers for the third time. "You don't have to do this ...