The door clicked shut behind Mrs. Grant.
Sophia sat across from Elijah Kingsley, alone in a room that felt too quiet.
Elijah's face was calm, but his eyes were unreadable. Like he was measuring her and deciding what she was worth.
Sophia kept her hands clasped in her lap so he wouldn't see them shake.
Elijah spoke first. “Do you want to explain anything?"
Sophia's throat tightened. “Explain what, sir?"
Elijah's gaze didn't move. “The video."
Sophia swallowed. “I already told Mrs. Grant. I was drunk. I blacked out. I don't remember what happened after the party."
Elijah leaned back slightly. “You don't remember kissing him."
Sophia's cheeks burned. “No."
Elijah's voice stayed even. “You don't remember going into the room."
Sophia's nails dug into her palm. “No."
Elijah looked at
