Sonia’s POV
I walked back to my room and lay on the bed.
Birdsong. Distant voices from the kitchen. The rhythmic clatter of pans as Clara moved about, humming some old tune under her breath.
It should’ve felt peaceful. But instead, a restless weight sat in my chest.
Molly’s words replayed like a broken record.
“You really don’t know, do you?”
I didn’t know what she meant, or maybe I did, and my mind simply refused to believe it. The tone of her voice, the way her eyes had shimmered with anger and something close to betrayal… it wasn’t just about me spending time with Alexander. It was deeper. Sharper. Personal.
I turned on my side, staring at my phone on the nightstand. Alexander’s last text from the night before still glowed softly on the screen.
Sleep well, my beautiful girl. To
