FREYA’S POV
“Freya…” Mark called out.
I stopped halfway up the stairs, but I didn't give him the satisfaction of looking back. I squeezed my fists until my nails dug into my palms, trying to keep my breathing steady. I took another step, ready to walk away and end this, but then he screamed.
“FREYA!”
The volume of his shout made me jump. I quickly looked up, staring at the thin line of light under Luna’s bedroom door at the top of the landing. If this s**t woke her up, I was going to lose it. She shouldn't have to hear her father sounding like a monster.
I slowly turned to face him. He looked pathetic standing in the middle of the living room, but his ego was as loud as his voice.
“Divorce,” he muttered. He rubbed a hand over his face, pacing like a caged animal. Then his face did th
