A gun at her forehead

Freda's POV

"Hmmm...I can smell it, today is going to be a good day"

I woke up with a sense of contentment washing over me, a rare feeling of pure happiness that enveloped my being. The sunlight filtering through the curtains painted the room in a warm glow, casting a serene aura over the familiar surroundings. In that moment, everything seemed to fall into place, each piece of my life fitting together like a perfect puzzle.

As I lay there, basking in the quiet beauty of the morning, a wave of gratitude washed over me. I cherished every aspect of my life, from the moments of pure joy to the simple, everyday routines that brought a sense of comfort and familiarity. The absence of drama, the peace that settled over my heart like a gentle caress, was a precious gift that I held close to my chest.

The thought of loving Hardin, of waking up every day with a heart full of affection and devotion, filled me with a sense of wonder. I marveled at the simplicity of it all, at the ease with which