Max
As soon as I was done with cleaning and I was sure that Sophia was fast asleep, I slipped my phone from my pocket.
My eyes strayed back to Sophia, still sleeping on that narrow bench, her body curled into itself as though it was the only way she could hold the world at bay.
My wolf hated that sight. Every instinct told me to fix everything, but I knew she wouldn’t let me bulldoze through her walls.
So I had to be careful, patient and quiet in my help.
I scrolled down to my mother’s number and pressed call. The line rang once, then twice, before her familiar voice answered, calm and steady as always.
“Max?” she said softly, the sleep still in her tone. “Is everything alright?”
“Yes, Mom,” I replied quickly, though my voice carried an edge even I couldn’t smooth out. “I need a f
