Sophia’s P.O.V

All day, I couldn’t concentrate on a single thing. My mind just wouldn’t stop replaying that conversation…his voice, the way he said my name like he had every right to. I even asked Martha to pick up the twins from school because I couldn’t bear the thought of running into Tristan again. I didn’t trust myself behind the wheel either. My hands had been shaking so badly that I almost dropped my phone twice just trying to text her.

By dinner, I was ...