Freya’s POV
Would she actually care about Isabella's wellbeing?
*Don't make assumptions,* I chided myself, turning away before he could notice me eavesdropping. I slipped into Isabella's bedroom, forcing my emotions back under control.
Isabella lay sleeping peacefully, the IV finally removed from her tiny arm. Sara was gently patting our daughter's forehead with a cool cloth, wiping away the sweat from her fever breaking. When she spotted me, she immediately moved aside, offering me the washcloth—expecting me to take over as I always had in the past.
I shook my head slightly. Sara paused, confusion flickering across her weathered features before she resumed her ministrations, carefully changing Isabella into dry pajamas.
I settled onto the small sofa in the corner of the r
