The luxury sedan cruised smoothly along the highway, the hum of the engine barely audible over the soft classical music drifting through the cabin. Freya sat in the backseat, one leg crossed over the other, her forehead lightly pressed against the cool window. Her gaze followed the blur of trees, houses, and distant hills, but her mind wasn't with the passing scenery.
She hadn't slept well the night before. Something gnawed at her, something uneasy. Her thoughts chased themselves in circles. Had something gone wrong with the family business? Was it about her mother? Her fingers tightened slightly around the hem of her dress.
Her father's tone, though not angry, had held weight, urgency that wouldn't let her rest. Normally, she could sleep through a storm, but last night, she tossed and turned, haunted by possibilities. She glanced at her reflection in the glass, calm on the outside, but inside, she was anything but.
