Freeuse Freya Parker ((new)) (90% SAFE)

Freya finished her juice. The pulp stuck to her teeth. She didn’t brush it away.

“You’re Freeuse Freya,” he said. Not a question.

She did not reply. She did not delete it. She simply let the water cool around her until the fifteen minutes ended, then pulled the plug, dried off, and put the grey dress back on. freeuse freya parker

“There,” he said, zipping up. “You can get up now.”

A hand landed on her shoulder. Professor Lyle, her thesis advisor. He smelled of stale coffee and pencil shavings. Freya finished her juice

The park was crowded with late-afternoon light. She chose a bench near the pond, hoping the ducks might distract her. But the bench was already occupied by a man in a windbreaker, eating a sandwich from a paper bag.

“Freya. Stand up and turn around.”

Freya sat back down. She underlined the sentence again. Then she packed her bag and left.