FREYA’S POV
I jolted awake, my heart pounding in my chest, as the remnants of a disturbing dream faded into my mind. . .
Frank, who had rarely crossed my thoughts lately, had transformed into a menacing figure, forcefully snatching a crucial piece of paper from my grasp. Confusion swirled within me as I tried to make sense of the haunting images from the dream. Why would Frank, of all people, be portrayed as a dangerous adversary in my subconscious?
Though Marshall's heartfelt confession of love occupied my thoughts, the lingering effects of the dream refused to dissipate. There was an unsettling connection, a whisper of significance between the dream and the recent events at the AVH office. I fixated on a particular encounter with Frank, a moment when he had inexplicably asked me to st
