Freya's POV
The elevator doors had barely closed when my phone started ringing. Isabella's name flashed across the screen.
"Excuse me," I murmured to the others before answering, "Hello?"
"Mom, are you done with work? When are you coming home?" Isabella's voice sounded eager.
Since my ankle injury, Isabella had been calling daily. Yesterday, after learning I'd healed, she'd asked when I'd be home. I'd been too swamped with work to commit to anything then.
"Just finished, sweetheart. I'll be home soon," I promised, my heart warming despite the emotional mess I'd been navigating all day.
By the time I hung up, we'd reached the ground floor. Finn looked at me with undisguised curiosity.
"Miss Freya, you have a child?" he asked, surprise evident in his tone.
"Yes," I
