Rose POV
I led her to the kitchen in the house.
Sofia sat down without being asked, which told me old habits didn't dissolve overnight. She folded her hands on the table and looked at them and I stood across from her.
I stared at her bruise and it was worse in person.
"How long has he been doing that?" I asked.
She looked up. She'd expected something else first; hostility maybe.
"On and off," she said, "Since the divorce."
“You left him, right?,” I asked.
"Yes."
"And he followed you."
"He doesn't like losing things," She paused, "He doesn't think of it as following. He thinks of it as collecting what's his."
James was leaning against the counter behind me.
"Tell me about the baby," I said.
Sofia's eyes met mine.
"I found out eight days ago," she said, "I called Claire four
