Sophia’s P.O.V

I woke up that morning with a heaviness in my chest, the kind that no amount of deep breaths could ease. The day had finally come, the day Nathan had to leave for two to three whole weeks.

I tried to keep myself busy, moving around the room as he finished folding the last of his clothes into the suitcase. “Did you pack your socks?” I asked for the fifth time, leaning on the wardrobe.

He glanced up at me with a small smile, shaking his head. “Sophia, ...