SOPHIA’S POV
I sat alone at a small corner table in the restaurant. It was the kind of space that was tucked away where no one usually chose to sit unless they wanted to disappear. That was exactly why I had come.
It was my lunch break, but I didn’t want noise or company. I wanted quiet. I wanted space to breathe.
I ordered a simple salad and a glass of water. When the plate arrived, I barely touched it. I wasn’t hungry. My stomach felt tight, like it had been knotted for days.
Sunlight poured in through tall windows. For a few minutes, I let myself pretend this peace was real.
I needed this. I needed silence. After Damien, after the school, after everything.
I checked my phone. There were no messages and no missed calls. There was nothing from Damien. Nothing from anyo
