Sophia sat awkwardly at the large table, her fingers lightly drumming against her lap, tension coiling in her chest. The quiet that followed the confrontation felt suffocating. She wanted to escape, to follow the others upstairs, but the weight of the night's events held her in place. She knew it would be rude to excuse herself after what her father had just done.
Jonathan’s public outburst, attacking Logan with those vicious words, had left her feeling exposed. His actions had left her stranded between two worlds — her family and Logan’s. As much as she wanted to walk away, she knew it would only cement the awkwardness. So, she stayed. Alone, save for Logan's mother, Emily, whose presence felt like a growing storm at the other end of the table.
Sophia’s thighs pressed tightly together,
