Abigaia awoke the next morning and sighed. Her neck had a cramp in it, and she hadn't slept well at all but for the first time in two years she was excited to be going home. It had been two years since she'd left Demetri and the others behind so she could head off to study to be a nurse, and for a while it had been easy. Until her relationship with Demetri deteriorated. Then everything became a lot harder. She couldn't even remember why she'd wanted to be a nurse in the first place. She'd told her sister this much on the phone, but Freya had insisted that she stick it out. But that was eighteen months ago. She was now a fully trained nurse at the age of 19, almost 20, with all of the boxes in her tiny apartment packed and ready to be shipped back home to New York. Baltimore had been great to her, but it wasn't home. Home was where your heart was, or so the saying went. And her heart was with Demetri. Always with Demetri.
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Freya woke up to find her face buried in Hunter's chest. It wasn't the first time this had happened, and it probably wouldn't be the last. They'd been travelling the world together for two years since Ira's death, and Freya loved every second of it. Ira's death had been hard on both of them of course, and Freya had worked incredibly hard to get over her feelings for Hunter. Or so she thought. But it was in moments like this, when they woke up wrapped around one another in bed, that she wondered if they were really just friends and there was some underline sexual tension that just needed ironing out, or if he actually had feelings for her. Because as they lay on her side of the bed, she realised that it was he who always seemed to drift over to her while they slept side by side. She shook her head lightly, removing the thought from her brain. Of course he didn't like her, or at least not like that. She was just good old Freya Nadra Collett, the best friend.