Later in the day, as the sun began to dip lower in the sky and shadows crept into the corners of the house, Sophia returned home. Her steps were quick and slightly heavy... she was tired, ready to drop everything and rest. But the moment she opened her bedroom door, she froze.
Racheal was sitting on her bed.
She hadn’t expected to see anyone there, especially not Racheal—arms crossed, eyes narrowed, and lips pressed tightly together in a deep pout. Her whole body was stiff, like she’d been sitting there for a while, stewing in silence.
Sophia’s eyebrows pulled together in confusion. “Rach?” she called gently, stepping inside and letting her bag fall to the floor. “What’s wrong?”
She crossed the room and sat next to her on the bed. The silence between them was heavy, and Racheal didn’t
