SOPHIA’S POV
The car ride to Stone Manor was completely silent.
Neither of us spoke. The driver kept his eyes on the road. I sat in the back with the pot roast on my lap, watching the city when my phone buzzed. George's name appeared on the screen.
I answered immediately.
"Sophia, my dear." His voice was warm. "I heard you're coming tonight. That made my day."
"Happy almost-birthday, sir." I smiled despite everything. "I'm bringing your pot roast. The one you like."
"You remembered." He sounded happy. "That boy of mine doesn't deserve you. Never did."
"George-"
"Don't argue with an old man on his birthday." He chuckled. "Just get here safe. That's all I want."
"I will. I promise."
"Good girl. See you soon."
The call ended and I held the phone against my c
