*Sophie's POV*
Nigel: Sophie, pick up the phone. I need to talk to you now.
Nigel: Sophie, where are you? Why aren't you picking up the phone?
Nigel: Seriously, Sophie. I need to talk to you. Have you seen the f*cking news?
I glanced down at my phone, which I had set aside to be plugged, and saw the onslaught of messages. 'What was going on with Nigel? I hadn't checked my phone since I told him I had arrived at my mother's house the following morning.
Sophie: Nigel, I'm just seeing your messages. What the hell is going on?
Nigel: You tell me.
Sophie: Tell you what???
Nigel: Pick up the phone. I don't feel comfortable texting you anymore. You can't be trusted.
Sophie: What? What the hell are you talking about?
Sophie: ???
Sophie: Nigel, you're scaring me. What are you talking ab
