FREYA'S POV
My mind wondered back to the last text message I received from Marshall this afternoon as I took my time going through some of the papers and documents I had gotten from my father's old box last night.
Last night was horrible.
The flashes and images from that pendant haunted my dreams all through the night. Each time I closed my eyes it was a different one.
I'm surprised I was even able to get any sleep at all.
After the text from Marshall I headed into the office in search of something to do.
There wasn't much for me to do today so I found myself going through the same files over and over again, putting them away for a minute only to find myself going back to them the next when I couldn't find anything better to do.
Majority of those documents were way older than me and
