"Don’t forget, brother, I know you better than you know yourself," Ryan said, leaning back in his chair across from me.

"Fine, it's about Sophie," I muttered, the weight of her name hitting me hard.

"You care about her."

"Of course, I fucking care about her. She's my son's mother," I shot back, my frustration boiling over.

This whole mess was making me lose my mind. Sophie was falling apart, and I had no clue how to help her. I didn't ...