Freya
After work, I declined Sherry's dinner invitation and headed home, planning to eat quickly before continuing my research on AI-related topics.
As soon as I left the company building, my phone rang. Isabella's name flashed on the screen.
"Mom, are you done with work?" my daughter asked expectantly.
I got into my car and asked, "What's up?"
"I want crab cake and sushi," she declared in that demanding tone she'd perfected. "Can you come home and make it for me?"
I paused, considering my options. I hadn't officially divorced Silvano yet, and he hadn't asked me to move out. If I returned to cook for my daughter, I doubted he would mind.
But Selene growled softly inside me, reminding me of my newly reclaimed independence. I was feeling tired, and I had my own plans f
