Freya’s P.O.V

The minute I stepped inside my house…I knew that my father was back.

Several of the furniture’s were overturned and the house looked like a tornado had hit it while I was away. Broken plates and vases, papers and god knows what else lay on the floor. I stepped inside carefully, making sure that I didn’t step on anything important.

My father was back for money and this time, he was desperate. Still a voice in my head asked, ‘when was he not desperate for money’?

He had ...