Sam’s POV
I glanced at Sophia as she rested her head on the window. She was sleeping quietly, her chest rising in rhythm as she breathed.
Her lips were parted, snoring softly. I ran my fingers through her hair, tucking a lock behind her ear. Then focused back on the road, putting my grip around the steering wheel.
"First stage of grief, denial," Josephine's words rang in my head, and my memory replayed that day.
Flashback.
"Did she grieve over her baby?" Josephine asked, and I knitted my eyebrows in confusion.
Josephine took a deep breath and scribbled something on her notepad. "First stage of grief, denial," she mumbled, lifting her gaze to mine.
"What's your point?" I asked, and she blinked at me.
"Grief is an important step to move on, and she hasn't even gone through that phas
