FREYA’S POV
I rolled around in the sheets, attempting to find some sleep after a restless night spent devising a strategy to rescue Amy. The weight of responsibility pressed upon me, knowing that the lives of countless innocent beings hung in the balance. My mind churned with thoughts and scenarios, leaving little room for peace or respite.
As the alarm blared, a jolt of realization shot through me. It was time to rise, get dressed, and face the day at AVH headquarters. But facing Debra, whose daughter was still missing, felt like an insurmountable challenge. I had failed her, and I couldn't bear to confront her with empty promises and no concrete solution.
With a sigh, I buried my face deep within the pillow, hoping to shut out the world for just a little longer. The temptation to rema
