Xavier
Sophia sat down heavily on a couch, staring at the fireplace.
“Something is wrong, Sophia,” I said. “I can feel it in my bones, and I know you know what it is.”
She continued to stare at the hearth. I moved to stand in front of her. She finally looked up, her eyes troubled, and nodded.
“Indeed, something is wrong.”
“So, what now?” I asked, throwing my hands up in exasperation. “What’s going on with her? Did she lie about the memory loss? Is that it?”
Sophia took her time answering, and it was grating on my already frayed nerves.
“Look,” I finally snapped, “if you’re not going to tell me anything, I’ll go out there and demand the answers from Sasha herself.”
“Xavier, please.” Her voice was a plea. “This is a very complicated situation. It’s more complicated than you could ev
