“Why?” She looks at me, her voice blunt. “What are you going to do? Why do you care?” I open my mouth to say something, but she cuts me off. “You’ll be gone soon enough. If somebody beats me up or kills me, you won’t be around. It won’t affect your life. So, I don’t need your concern now.”
Her words are like a slap in my face. She’s right. But when she walks past me, my hand reaches out to curl around her slim wrist, stopping her.
“I don’t like seeing you hurt.”
Sophia scoffs. “That’s rich, coming from you.”
The harshness of those words isn’t lost on me, but I follow her to the bedroom anyway, my hand clutching my injured side. I make sure to visibly wince with each step.
“Just let me patch that up,” she says, sounding annoyed, but I can hear the guilt in her voice.
“Sure.” I sit dow
