Chapter 7
Deceit and Justice
“How was maths?” Sophia lay on her back staring at the ceiling, her knees bent and her feet buried in the bed sheets. A beetle danced on the floor making its infernal click as it contorted its hard body and she tried to ignore it, pressing the phone harder to her ear.
“Yeah, good,” Dane replied. “I can show you what you missed.”
“Thanks.” Sophia chewed her bottom lip. “Sorry about before. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“You did,” Dane said. “There’s an edge to you lately, Soph. I know you’re stressed but you either let me help or don’t ask.”
“Sorry,” Sophia repeated. “I’m conflicted. I grew up with these morons telling me what I can do and then when they’re done telling me what not to do, my mother runs off with a guy in a suit and my dad’s being catfished.
