I should’ve known it was coming. The way she leaned in a little closer. The way she watched me like I was a puzzle she thought she could solve.
Sophia was never a fool, but neither was I.
I let the silence linger, thick and suffocating, as her eyes stayed locked on mine. There was something else there, something more than the usual curiosity.
Sophia had always been good at reading people. Better than most. And it was clear now.
she wasn’t asking about Caitlin because she cared. She was asking because she needed something. Needed to be close to me. And the way she said my name...low, almost intimate, brought it all rushing back.
That night. That damn night.
Sophia was still standing in front of me, her presence suffocating, her eyes demanding answers.
She knew I remembered that nigh
