Sophia
I called Mark before I even set my bag down, my hands shaking so badly I fumbled the phone twice before it connected.
"Sophia? What's wrong?"
"Linda knows." My voice came out thin, panicked, nothing like the composed person I usually tried to be on the phone. "Linda saw us. At the restaurant three weeks ago. She texted my mom, but she sent it to me by mistake, the numbers must be close in her contacts or something, I don't know, but Mark, if she sent it to me by accident that means she actually sent it to my mom too. My mom already knows."
There was a beat of silence on the other end, and I could practically hear him processing it, the same cold shock I was feeling settling into his voice.
"Read it to me," he said.
I read the message again, my voice cracking on Linda's name, o
