SOPHIA POV
The bar was dimly lit, conversations and laughter filled the air while a soft jazz song played in a low volume in the background. Cynthia and I sat in a corner, secluded from other patrons and the buzzing noise around. I swirled my cocktail absentmindedly, watching how the drink danced in the glass cup. My mind was still reeling from everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours.
Cynthia took a sip of her drink, eyes sharp as they watched me.
“So, you sent all his stuff back?” she asked, with seeming admiration, almost smirking too.
“Of course, it felt right and I’m not going to keep his things after what I heard in that video.” I answered, nodding to my words because it truly felt right.
“That’s the kind of bold move I fully support! Honestly, I th
