Sophia’s P.O.V

I turned just in time to see him, my father—standing at the top of the porch stairs, his tall frame shadowed by the soft lantern light, his jaw clenched and his eyes fixed on me with an expression that made my heart shrink in my chest.

“After everything he’s done to you? After what he’s done in front of your daughters? Our grandchildren?”

I opened my mouth to explain, but he didn’t give me the chance.

“You’re standing here, bruised, ...