Chapter 56.

(Freya’s POV)

I entered the room with a pounding heart, aware of the enveloping silence. There, Ash lay weakly on the sofa, his breathing heavy and labored. He, a man who usually looked strong and tough, now looked so fragile with a pale face. The high fever he was suffering from made his body tremble, and the strong smell of alcohol filled the air around him. This sight made my heart feel heavy. My hands trembled when I saw the wounds on his hands—blood was still flowing from the tears in his skin, caused by the shards of glass that shattered this otherwise peaceful night.

"Why are you like this, Ash?" I muttered softly, even though I knew he wouldn't answer in his current state. Without wasting any time, I immediately took the first aid kit from the small cupboard in the corner of the room. Every step I took felt like a burden as if every inch closer to Ash brought back memories I'd been trying to forget.

I started to clean the wound on Ash's hand carefully. He groaned softly but re