FREYA'S POV
The sun had barely risen when I awoke, determined to push aside the tumultuous thoughts that had plagued my dreams. I made a silent promise to myself that until Amy was safely returned to Debra, I would set aside any distractions, including Marshall. He was nothing more than an enemy, a target to be eliminated for the murder of my father. There would be no room for sentimentality in my pursuit of justice.
With a resolute determination, I hurried to the AVH headquarters, eager to meet with Debra and provide her with much-needed reassurance. I understood the agony she must have been experiencing, the raw ache of a mother separated from her child. I needed to assure her that I would not rest until Amy was back in her arms, safe and unharmed.
Debra's eyes were filled with a mix
