Sophia’s P.O.V

I sat there on the sofa for what felt like forever, just staring at the wall. My mind was a mess…like a thousand wires tangled together. Everything that had happened in the last few hours just kept replaying in my head. Martha’s confusion, that strange phone call, the silence on the line. None of it made sense and yet, at the same time, it strangely did.

I didn’t want to jump to conclusions, because the results of that was dire. I rubbed my temples, trying ...