Sonia’s POV
The hours after Molly left felt stretched thin, like someone had taken the morning and pulled it out until it barely held together.
I stayed in my room, pretending to be busy. Rearranging my desk. Folding and refolding the same cardigan three times. Playing a song halfway through before changing it, then turning the speaker off entirely. The truth was, I couldn’t stop thinking about everything she’d said.
Her words were still lodged somewhere deep in my chest: “Don’t lose yourself in him.”
I told myself I understood what she meant. That she wasn’t accusing me, just protecting me in her own way. But it still hurt, because for the first time, I realized how much of me had already started to shift around Alexander.
Before him, my life was simple. Predictable, even. Mornings f
