Sonia’s POV
I couldn’t sleep.
The house was quiet, blanketed in the kind of silence that always came just before dawn, but my thoughts refused to settle. They raced, circled, clawed at me from every direction.
Hayley’s words still rang in my ears: You don’t really know Alexander. Not the way I do.
And then Molly’s revelation had sunk its claws in deeper: She was the only one he was serious about. The only one who mattered enough to bring home.
It was like a blade that wouldn’t stop twisting.
I turned onto my side, staring at the faint glow of the moon spilling through my curtains. My chest rose and fell unevenly, my heart aching with a heaviness that words couldn’t touch.
Because what if it was true? What if I was just a shadow of something he already had and lost?
I hated the thou
