Sophie figured it out before I did. I hate that. I also hate that she's not wrong.
She waits until I've had coffee. That's how I know it's serious.
'You like him,' she says.
Not an accusation. Not a question. The tone of someone setting something on a table that they'd like examined.
'I respect him as an instructor.'
Sophie looks at me. She does this thing when she thinks I'm lying where she just … stops. Goes completely still and waits, like she has an unlimited supply of time and I'm the one running out of it.
She learned that from someone.
'Mona.'
'Sophie.'
'You sat in his room all night.'
'He was injured.'
'You sat in his ROOM…'
'I'm going to training,' I say, and I pick up my kit bag and I go.
She doesn't follow. Worse, she doesn't argue. I can feel her being right at me
