FREYA’S POV
As Marshall stood before me, his eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and concern, I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. I knew it was time to share with him the events that had unfolded, the strange intruder who tore out the crucial pages from my father's journal. It was a risk, but I needed Marshall's insight and expertise to unravel the mystery that shrouded my father's death, if truly he was innocent.
"I called you here because I Believe you can help me," I began, my voice steady but laced with a hint of urgency. "Tonight, while I was engrossed in reading my father's journals, I sensed an intruder in the house. Someone who deliberately targeted the journal containing vital information about my father's death. I couldn't see the face, but I felt a dark presence surro
