Elena looked between Alexander and his mother, her brows furrowed in apparent confusion. "Wait, I'm...a bit lost here. Is this someone I'm supposed to know? Who exactly is Sophia?" she asked, her eyes darting to Eleanor as though seeking confirmation.
Her voice had barely faded before Eleanor responded, ignoring Elena entirely as if she hadn't even heard her.
"I don't know where she is," she replied, her eyes narrowing. "And even if I did, why do you care so much about that woman?"
Alexander took a deep breath, steadying his voice as his eyes softened with a fierce, undeniable conviction.
"Why do I care so much?" he repeated, his tone both incredulous and pained. "Because I love her, mother. Sophia...she's everything I didn't know I needed. She's real. She's honest. She's different. S
