Sophia's POV.
As we got into the car, I didn't understand the feeling of guilt that suddenly surged through me. I shouldn't be feeling guilty for making him feel exactly the way I did.
He deserved everything that was happening to him. But remembering how he cried the other time, how he told me his story, everything seemed all too true to me. My emotions were suddenly all over the place. I didn't understand how to feel the moment.
Should I be annoyed at myself for being petty? or annoyed at him for playing the victim and making me feel guilty?
The more I recalled how hurt filled his eyes, the more guilt gnawed at my heart.
But I wanted it to stop. I didn't want to feel this way anymore. He didn't deserve my sympathy or empathy.
"You don't have to feel guilty," Ray said as if he
