Freya sat down on the bench. The ducks had not noticed anything at all.
Downstairs, her mother was reading a tablet at the kitchen island, a half-eaten grapefruit sweating on a saucer. She glanced up as Freya poured herself orange juice. freeuse freya parker
“Bend over the bench,” he said. “Face the pond. I’ll only be a minute.” Freya sat down on the bench
“There,” he said, zipping up. “You can get up now.” ” he said
Because that was the rule. And Freya Parker had never broken a rule in her life.