CHAPTER 68
SOPHIA’S POV
The morning sunlight streamed through the window as we sat at the breakfast table—my father, Kayla, and me. The atmosphere, however, was far from sunny. I pushed the scrambled eggs around my plate, appetite absent, my mind occupied with thoughts of Henry.
"Dad," I finally mustered the courage to speak, "when can I go back to school?"
He looked up from his newspaper, his brows furrowing. "What's the rush, Sophia? You just got back."
I sighed, a heavy burden on my chest. "I need to get back to my life, Dad. I can't stay cooped up here forever."
He exchanged a glance with Kayla before addressing me. "Sophia, I'm making some calls to have you transferred back here permanently. It's for the best."
My fork clattered against the plate as I shot up from my chair, fru
