Freya's POV
The weight of grief pressed against my chest as I raised my hand to flag down a passing taxi. The city blurred past the window as I made my way home, the familiar streets feeling foreign now that everything had changed.
I dialed Katie Harriet during the ride, needing to hear a friendly voice.
"Already discharged? Your recovery isn't complete yet. Why the rush to leave?" Katie's voice carried a note of frustration. "I had meetings all day and couldn't check on you. The moment I'm not watching, you disappear."
"I can recuperate just as well at home. Focus on your work instead of worrying about me."
The guilt of keeping Katie tethered to the hospital these past days gnawed at me. Everyone had their own responsibilities, their own lives to manage. Even the closest friendships had boundaries, and I refused to become a burden.
