What are you doing here, Alex? Have you not done enough?"
Her voice cut through me like glass—sharp, cold and unexpected all at the same time.
What??? What did she just say?
I froze as I stared at her. I was halfway off the last step of her porch and my phone was still in my hand from the text I’d just sent to Kelly. The evening wind stirred around us, brushing past my shirt and her tired frame like some cruel whisper that didn’t belong. My heart, already clenched from hours of worry, twisted harder in a way that was so painful it hurt.
“What?” I finally asked the question that kept ringing in my head.
Sophia didn’t look at me again when I spoke. Her face averted to the left, she just stood there with arms folded across her chest like a wall I wasn’t allowed to climb anymore.
Okay
