CHAPTER 43
SOPHIA’S POV
The ringtone blared, indicating a call from my dad. I hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to answer or let it go to voicemail. Dad had a sixth sense for detecting when something was off, and today was no exception.
"Hey, Dad," I answered, trying to sound casual.
"Sweetheart, how's everything? How's school?" His voice held the warmth and concern that only a father's could.
"It's good, Dad, you know, the usual." I glanced at my textbooks scattered across the bed, wondering if I could sound convincing enough.
He chuckled. "And what about Jason? How's he treating you?"
There it was—the Jason question. I took a deep breath, knowing I couldn't evade it forever. "Dad, we need to talk about Jason."
His tone shifted to seriousness. "What's going on, Sophia?
