Olivia I stood over my dining room table, taking mental notes of everything that I had laying in front of me: water, a flashlight, a swiss army knife, flares, and most importantly, the map that Mingan drew for me. Everything was set to go and find Freya. With the twins with Clint in his cottage for the day, I was confident that today, I would finally find Freya and talk some sense into her. We were family, after all; surely she would listen to me.
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