As Logan stormed out of the house, leaving Sophia, Emily, and his father, Luca, behind, the age was thick with tension. Sophia sat at the bad edge, motionless, her mind in a whirlwind of emotions. Emily, Logan's mother, wears a stern but unreadable expression; she approaches Sophia with calculated steps.
“Sophia,” she began her voice firm but not unkind, “come with me to my room. We need to talk in private.”
Sophia's stomach dropped when the words left Logan's mother's lips. Sophia knew this was coming; she had anticipated it, but even so, the realization was unsettling for her. Emily had overheard everything, and there was no way to avoid the conversation now.
The moment Emily said those words, Sophia felt her chest muscles tighten. What could. Emily possibly wants to discuss this wit
