SOPHIA
“But I just can’t understand why you called me.” I say to Aahil, as I sit still on the bed.
“I told you,” he says. “I need to talk to you.”
“Then speak. I’m listening.”
“It’s not something that can be said over the phone.”
The calm, eerie way he’s talking inserts a thousand different thoughts in my head. And none of them are good. There has to be something really wrong.
“What happened?” I ask, feeling panic sink deep inside. “Are Mama and Dad okay?”
I don’t even know what I’ll do if anything happens to either of them. The time I’ve spent with them was not the best. I behaved like a miserable stranger. Gosh, what would I even do? I hate regret and I’m having it bad right now.
“No . . . I mean, yeah. They’re fine. I just need to talk to you.”
I heave a sigh of relief, making
