Chapter Thirty
(Nia’s POV)
Sophia stood frozen at the door.
I couldn’t see past her from the couch, but I knew that tone. It was the one she used right before someone regretted breathing in her direction.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she repeated.
A softer voice answered.
“Nia?”
My chest tightened.
Mom.
Sophia’s shoulders went rigid, but I pushed the blanket off my lap and stood.
“Sophia,” I said quietly. “Let them in.”
She looked back at me like I had asked her to hand me a knife and turn around.
“No.”
“It’s fine.”
“It’s absolutely not fine.”
“Sophia.”
Her jaw clenched. After a moment, she stepped aside.
Mom walked in first.
Sienna followed behind her, dressed in pale blue with her hair pulled back and her face arranged into perfect concern.
It would have looked
