Sophia’s P.O.V

I was still trembling when we got inside the house, my knees barely able to hold me up. My father had one arm around me, steadying me while Nathan walked ahead to open the door. Everything felt like a blur, the confrontation, the yelling, the hurtful words that had spilled out so messily and now here I was, with my heart pounding in my chest, trying to breathe like a normal person again.

Nathan glanced back, his eyes scanning my face. “You’re still cold,” ...