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I hope she’s doing okay…
Victor The first thing I checked as I opened my eyes was the time. I heaved a sigh of relief when I saw it was only fifteen minutes to six in the morning. I would have set an alarm if I was back at home, but I didn’t want anything to disturb Freya’s sleep. I knew it must have been a bit difficult for her to get some sleep. I lay still on the sofa, staring at the ceiling, and before I knew it, I had drifted back into a short sleep. I saw the morning light streaming through the curtains and then checked the time again. It was twelve minutes past six now and though I had an important meeting later, I indulged my mind in the different thoughts that were fighting for attention. All thoughts were entirely consumed by Freya. I’d even spent half the night wondering if she was okay. The weig
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