Sophia’s POV
The silence after the call didn’t feel empty.
It felt… loaded.
Like the air itself knew something we didn’t.
I stood there for a moment, phone still in my hand, my thoughts moving too fast to catch, too sharp to ignore. The room looked the same, Emily’s soft lighting, the faint hum of the air conditioner, my mom sitting on the edge of the couch, but everything felt different.
Shifted.
Like we had just crossed an invisible line.
“He said he’s coming?” Emily asked quietly.
I nodded.
“He’s on his way.”
Tristian ran a hand through his hair, pacing now.
“I don’t like this,” he muttered. “I don’t like any of this.”
“You’re not the only one,” Amber added, arms folded tightly across her chest, her usual confidence dimmed but not gone. “If it really is his father… this isn’
