Chapter 38
SOPHIA
I told myself the whole drive home that I was overreacting. Daniel had a deal closing. Daniel had Marcus circling something dangerous. Daniel had every reason in the world to be careful right now that had nothing to do with any real shift in how he felt about me.
I poured myself a glass of wine the second I got through my own front door, kicked my shoes off hard enough that one of them skidded across the hardwood, and sat down on the couch with my knees pulled up, still in the green dress, still wearing the perfume he'd once told me he could smell on his own skin for hours after I left.
I scrolled through old photos on my phone while I drank, the way I sometimes did when I needed reassurance, back to the early years, Daniel's arm around me at some rooftop bar before
