Chapter 19
His phone buzzed on the nightstand as he cracked an eye. Three a.m. He should have known she'd call tonight. The anniversary was next month and she always got a little crazy around now. With a soft groan, he sat up in the bed and reached for the offending article, which was lit up like a Christmas tree. “Hey,” he croaked.
“I'm sorry. I just...I had to call, you know?”
“I know.”
For a few heartbeats they were both silent, lost in their own thoughts, and then Sophie sniffled into the mouthpiece. “I miss her so much.”
“Shh, now. Soph, it's okay. I promise everything will be okay. You believe me, don't you?” He hoped like hell that she did believe him – there was no way he could keep it together if she lost her s**t. Sometimes he felt like he was only strong because
