Sophia's POV
I was sitting in Mark’s mansion, in a living room so big it felt like a hotel lobby. Sunlight streamed through tall windows, glinting off polished surfaces and expensive-looking art. There were plush sofas, soft rugs, and a quiet hum of central air. It was all very grand, very comfortable, and almost overwhelming. I still felt like a visitor, even though Mark kept insisting this was my home now. It had only been a week since he had dropped the bomb about being my father, and since I’d learned about my birth mother. My head was still spinning.
I scrolled through my phone, trying to make sense of the new Wi-Fi connection, trying to find something to distract myself. It was a normal phone, nothing fancy, but even its screen felt small and out of place in these massive rooms. I
