Chapter 77

Freya felt like a candle going out as she got closer and closer to the morgue. She remembered the happy memories she had with Yael. Although their lives were difficult, their hearts overflowed with happiness. Her mind was filled with questions. What if he hadn’t met the Grays? What if he was just content with the life they had before? Maybe Yael would still be alive if she chose to stay away from the rich and powerful family.

“Freya, don’t force yourself if you can’t see Yael yet,” Jackson said. He was holding Freya by the shoulder while one of his hands was holding the door.

Freya swallowed. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes tightly. She could still feel the softening of her knees. She concluded, at any moment she could fall. She held her forehead when it suddenly hurt.

“Freya, are you okay? Can we just wait for them to bring Yael to your house? You just got out of the hospital and the doctor strictly instructed you not to get stressed,” Jackson said.

“I want to see my son