After Emily, Logan's mother, left the dining room, Sophia was all alone. Her eyes were still sticky from the tears she had shed, and her eyelids were sticky thanks to salty moisture clinging tightly to her eyelashes. She wiped her face with the back of her hand, her mind still in a mess due to the chaos of the evening.
She needed sleep—badly. It wasn't her best of days, and she felt drained already, both physically and mentally. She grabbed her phone from the table and then proceeded upstairs. She headed towards the stairs; what Logan had done earlier in their room... the way he brushed her aside... it still hurts, like a fresh wound.
*We’re supposed to be in this together,* she thought bitterly as she ascended the staircase. *Isn’t that what partners do? Stick together through the mess
