~Sophia
The car glided smoothly through the snow-covered streets, the city lights casting a soft glow on the frost-covered windows. I stared outside, my heart racing with every passing second. My fingers toyed nervously with the strap of my bag as I silently prayed that Martha had received my text and told Lily not to call me “Mommy.” The thought of Nathaniel finding out I lied, sent shivers through me—not from the cold, but from fear.
“What are you thinking about so hard?” Nathaniel’s voice broke through my thoughts, pulling me back to the present.
I turned to him, forcing a smile. “Nothing, just… everything, I guess.”
He reached over, his hand warm as it rested on mine. “Sophia, I’m sorry for putting you through that stress on the plane. If we had just used the private jet, non
