Sophia’s POV
Colton’s words lingered in the air long after he finished speaking.
For a moment, neither Emily nor I said anything.
The kitchen suddenly felt smaller.
Quieter.
Like the walls themselves were listening.
Emily slowly leaned forward, resting her elbows on the counter as she stared at my phone like it might suddenly start revealing secrets.
I swallowed.
“What do you mean… more complicated?” I asked quietly.
On the other end of the line, Colton exhaled.
“I mean that if Carmen really has been watching you… asking about you… then today probably wasn’t an accident.”
Emily and I exchanged a look.
A silent calculation began forming between us.
Emily spoke first.
“What if…”
She stopped herself.
Then continued slowly.
“What if she’s the one who called Frank?”
My stomach
