(Sabrina's POV)
Sophia appears in the doorway. Her face is pale. She's already crying.
"I'm coming with you," she says. "Don't argue. I'm coming."
I nod. Can't argue even if I wanted to.
The hair and makeup team has scattered. Gone. Irrelevant now.
The wedding dress hangs in the corner. Mocking. A promise of happiness that just got shattered.
My phone buzzes. Text from Kate.
We leave in 20 minutes. Pack light.
I stand up. Still holding Jake, numb.
"We need to pack," I hear myself say. "Jake, go get your tablet and your sketchbook. Whatever you need for the plane."
"I don't want to pack. I want to see Dad."
"We're going to see him. But when we get there, we're going to be strong for him. Okay?"
He nods against my shoulder.
Sophia is already moving. Pulling suitcases from the cl
