FREYA’S POV
I slowly opened my eyes, the morning light filtering through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the room. As my vision adjusted, I saw Debra sitting beside me, her eyes filled with concern and relief. A gentle smile adorned her face as she welcomed me back to consciousness.
"Hey, sleepyhead. How are you feeling?" Debra asked, her voice a soothing melody that resonated deep within me.
I mustered a weak smile and replied, "I'm fine, just a little headache."
It wasn't entirely true, though. Physically, I could endure the mild discomfort, but emotionally, I was far from fine. My heart still ached from the encounter with Marshall the night before, the pain of hurting him weighing heavily on my conscience.
Debra's eyes narrowed slightly, sensing that something was amiss. She h
