Freya walked into their house, with an expressionless face and slow steps. She walked through the empty entry straight to the parlor. Her gaze went to the empty seat next to the chimney. The fire was off and the lights were out. Everything was cold.
Freya sniffed the air trying to locate her sister in the house, but she was not their. The idea that she would never find Dahlia in here again felt unbearable to her.
Her throat constricted with a big lump that she couldn't swallow. Her expression crumpled and fresh tears started falling all over again.
Freya walked through the whole big mansion, desperately looking for her sister. She wanted to deny the fact that her sister was in the coffin at Eder's place. Dahlia should be somewhere here. Freya knew it was futile but she somehow wanted to recheck.
In the end, she curled herself in the empty couch next to the fireplace and cried her heart out.
Maybe her sister would come then to comfort her.
