Sandra POV
I get to the café first and claim the corner table, the one furthest from the window, because the last thing I need is some tabloid photographer catching Mrs. Ashford drinking coffee like a regular person. Sophie finds me twelve minutes later, dropping into the chair across from me like she's been on her feet all day.
"Okay." She wraps both hands around the menu without opening it. "You texted me four times in an hour. That's not a normal amount of texting for you. Talk."
"I'm fine."
"You're the opposite of fine. You're doing the thing where you order your coffee before I even sit down because you need something to do with your hands." She waves the waiter off before he can reach us. "Spill it."
I stir sugar into a cup I haven't touched yet, buying myself a few seconds. "Th
