The silence in the late night was suffocating in that mansion. It was such a kind of quiet that the ticking of the grand clock in the hallway was sounding louder; each second with a resounding echo, Sophia felt more aware of the emptiness in the room. For what had seemed to be hours, she had been pacing around the living room, awaiting Victor's return. Again.
He had texted earlier to say that he was dining with Zayna and some other associates, but the picture that Zayna had posted continued to stare at her, the closeness between them, the intimacy of the smiles really starting to get on her nerves. Sophia detested this feeling-like she was stuck in some situation she hadn't asked for, yet had to bear with.
She sat down on the couch and drew her knees up to her chest. It was a warm room,
