"Freya's my free spirit." Joanna began to rub slow circles on his back, memories of the many times she'd comforted her children playing across her mind. "A little wild, and all heart. The kind of person who loves to make people happy. She used to wake Frederick up so they could sneak off to the beach to watch the sunrise, the two of them. He just wanted to sleep, but she knew he couldn't say no to her. They thought I didn't know what they were up to, but..." But Joanna was their mother. She knew.