Sophia’s P.O.V

That night, I didn’t even hesitate.

I could feel it in every fiber of my body—that if I didn’t leave now, I might never be able to. So I moved like a woman possessed, my hands trembling as I stuffed only the barest essentials into the old duffel I had before Tristan ever came into my life. Not a single thing he had bought me would come with me.

Not the shoes he picked out so thoughtfully. Not the dresses he insisted made me look beautiful. Not even ...