Freya’s P.O.V

I had sent Julian off to a friend’s house that night, for a sleep-over with one of his classmates. I hadn’t realized that his friend’s mom would be so welcoming when it came to Julian; turns out, they really liked Julian and I hadn’t even realized it. After all, just because the entire place hated me didn’t mean that they felt the same about my five year old brother.

But I knew something was wrong the second we stepped out of the van and were stopped at the gate to the ...