SOPHIA’S POV
I knew that I would have a hard time falling asleep that night, but I had thought hurt would keep me awake. Not devastatingly plaguing thoughts of Liam Richard.
Deep into the night, I still found myself wondering if I had made the right decision by sending him away. It was a logical decision, seeing my feelings were all over the place but regret still gnawed at my guts.
I felt like I was suffocating. My loose cotton pyjamas seemed to be squeezing every last drop of oxygen out of me as I replayed the events of the night.
First Maxwell and Scarlett. And then Liam.
His searching eyes. His soothing touch. His comforting words. His existence in its entirety.
I struggled to find the line which had been blurred by his actions tonight.
What part of it was for show?
What part o
