Chapter Twenty Nine
(Nia’s POV)
By noon the next day, Sophia and I were on the couch. We hadn't left since we woke up in the morning.
Breakfast sat between us even though it was closer to lunch now. Half eaten toast, fruit, coffee, and a plate of pancakes Sophia had ordered because she claimed emotional damage required maple syrup.
A reality show played on the TV. Two women in glittery dresses were screaming beside a pool while Sophia sat under the same blanket as me and stole strawberries from my plate.
“You have your own,” I said.
“Yours taste better.”
“They came from the same bowl.”
“That’s not the point.”
My chest felt lighter than it had in days.
I was tired. My cheek still ached where Catherina had slapped me, and my body felt heavy from the stress I kept pretending was ma
