Sophia’s P.O.V

I stood there, frozen in place, though every muscle in my body screamed at me to run. To turn and bolt as far away from him as possible. But I didn’t. I just stood there, locking eyes with Tristan as he finally turned toward me, his expression colder than the winter wind.

I thought I had prepared myself for this — for hearing the truth I’d already known deep down but didn’t want to accept. I thought maybe I’d cried all the tears I had for him already. ...