"September," Freyja repeated in horror. While she'd been still happy with Jothi and thinking everything in that relationship was fine, he'd been locked in that basement. Freyja had missed the warning signs in every part of her life, it seemed. Six months her brother had desperately needed her help, and Freyja had not provided it.
She leaned forward and kissed his forehead, holding close him. "Mine heart," she whispered, drawing back slowly. "What can I do for you? Speak it, and it will be done."