Sophia sat frozen on the edge of the bed long after Nate’s angry voice and the slam of the front door faded into silence. The penthouse seemed to echo with the ghost of his touch — the way he’d held her moments ago, whispering promises she was foolish enough to believe he’d keep forever.
She pressed the heel of her palm to her eyes. No tears. Not for a man who’d left without a word.
Somewhere in the living room, the housekeeper’s soft footsteps hesitated near the bedroom door before retreating. Sophia heard a gentle knock — ignored it — and forced herself up.
In the guest room, she threw her clothes and makeup bag into her tote. Seeing her phone clock read 12:38AM, her fingers shook when she grabbed her phone. She tapped out a text to Jazz:
Coming over. Please don’t ask yet.
She tipto
