CONNOR'S POV
I ascended the stairs, the weight of recent events clinging to every step. Reentering the room, Sophia's accusations filled the air, her eyes ablaze with anger and betrayal.
Walking in felt like entering a prison, fully aware of the explanations awaiting me. Sophia's gaze held a mixture of fury and pain, a storm I hadn't anticipated.
"Sophia, look at me. Sweetheart, please, it isn't what it looked like, I promise. You know I could never do what you accuse me of, you know it," I whispered, attempting to approach her. However, as I touched her, she slapped my hands away, creating a physical barrier between us.
"Sophia, please, let me explain. I told you she sprained her ankle last night. It happened to be my fault, so I had to ask her to stay over," I explained, but Sophia s
