Chapter 8
SOPHIE WESLEY
My hand went to my face. My cheeks were soaked in tears.
I wiped my eyes quickly with the back of my palm and let out a small nervous laugh. "Sorry. The painting just... it's so beautiful it made me shed tears..."
I glanced back at it once more before turning to him with a composed smile.
Except that wasn't exactly the truth.
The painting felt like a reflection of me. The years of being reshaped into someone else's image, of turning away from myself so much that I stopped being able to find where Ivy ended and I began.
The woman behind the glass... The reflection that inherited everything while the real one held herself together with thread.
Knox's eyes stayed on me for a moment longer.
He didn't believe me. He also didn't press harder.
"Sit," he gestur
