Sophia’s POV
My head pounds like it’s been struck by lightning. My eyes are ablaze from too much screen time on my iPad.
It’s 08:00 A.M., and I’m still in bed, adding endlessly to my cart; I’ve already gone through half of the money he gave me.
Over eleven years of history and friendship.
Nicole or Candace. One of these two women must have sent the text. It’s definitely not Barbara; she’s too in love with her husband, and she’s my friend.
But why? Why be so mean? They’ve all been pleasant to me. I didn’t think any of them could ever—
“If you had a thing for your friend, why didn’t you make him yours?” I mutter, aggressively shopping to distract myself. But it’s barely working. “Why take it out on me?”
Burdensome debts?! Alexander saw it as an opportunity to be with me!
So child
