Nathaniel’s P.O.V

Pulling away from our embrace, I looked at her—really looked at her—and for the first time since I had met her, I saw that tiny spark of rebellion flickering in Sophia’s eyes. It wasn’t fully there yet, not the wildfire I knew she carried within her once, but it was something.

And when she finally said it—softly, cautiously, like she was still afraid the words might shatter if they were spoken too loud—“I filed for divorce yesterday,” my heart ...