Freya’s POV
Clare helped me out of the car and then handed me my crutches. I slowly made my way into the house. Derek was at the door looking grim. I frowned at him. Almost falling over, Grace swooped in from the side and grabbed my elbow, keeping me balanced.
“Thanks. It wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for the leg with the shoulder.”
“No worries. That’s what I’m here for,” Grace said, holding me steady.
“We made up one of the rooms on the main floor so you don’t have to climb the stairs,” Derek said, ushering past us and down the hall to the left.
“Thank you for being so thoughtful.”
Clare grabbed my bag and followed me. She was unusually quiet today. As I hobbled after Derek, I noticed something was off in the house, but I couldn’t put a finger on it.
When I made it to my new ro
