Chapter 170: A Closet Full of Uniforms

Watching Frida go down hard, especially the way something soft smacked the unforgiving floor, Gordon Yale winced so sharply he felt it in his own flesh. What a terrible waste. "Frida, are you okay?" He hurried to her side, scooped her up, and steadied her, his voice tight with concern. "I… I'm fine, Gordon. Sit and rest a bit. I'll grab some cleaning supplies from the kitchen and tidy up." Frida forced a smile through the pain radiating from her body. She staggered toward the kitchen, but...