Chapter Ninety.

“Oh my God”

With a pair of squared glasses perched upon her nose, Freya was able to set her able sights upon the television and seeing that particular headline, that exclamation escaped her frail lips.

“No” She shook her head in denial, because right in front of her was a picture of Isabella in an unknown man’s arms whilst they shared a kiss. She was beyond stunned just like everyone else was and her first instinct was to look around whether the kids were close by.

They were not.

She could see them, a distance from her around the dining table doing what they knew how to do best—eat. But then suddenly as her eyes turned to look at the clock and she begun to wonder if Leonardo had seen this news and where he was, the door suddenly barged open with a frantic and horrid expression across Tessa’s face.

Her hands had been cut from broken glass and she was quivering—shaky.

“There’s a fire!” She yelled and there was a vicious crack in her voice. Though with trembling legs, Freya was able to s