CHAPTER 13
JACOB
An entire day passes with Sophie in my apartment. And I've laid eyes on her a total of three times.
She's avoiding me, I know it. She's been avoiding me in the first place...but I know she's even more so now.
And I've been trying to give her space. Trying to give her the time she so obviously needs. And trying to ignore how much of my own space I'm giving up for it.
Aside from asking me where the towels are, how to find the nearest Vietnamese restaurant, and where the nearest drugstore is to clean her cut, she hasn't said a word.
I'm not sure whether it's because she's stunned by what happened or still afraid of me. Or maybe because she just doesn't know what to say...or how to say it.
But I'm not exactly sure what to say, either.
But that's my problem, isn't it? M
