Sophia’s POV
Sniffing, I cup my boobs with an arm and snatch my phone with the other hand, swiping on the screen to answer the call.
I might not get this chance again.
“H– hi, Mom…” I stutter, glancing over my shoulder at Aunt Mel as she approaches me.
My heart leaps to my throat.
Alexander doesn’t utter a sound.
“I’m– I’m getting dressed up already. I’ll be all set before you get h- home… Okay. Bye, Mom.”
Hand shaking, I drop the phone face down on the same surface, cross my arms over my chest, and look over my shoulder.
“Was that your mom?” Aunt Mel asks, glancing at my phone before holding my gaze.
“Mmm-hmm.” I nod and wipe my right cheek with the back of my left palm.
“Sophia?” Her brows snap together to form a frown. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
“Nothing.” I shake
