Sophia’s P.O.V

Hours later, when the kids had finally gone to bed after calming down, I found myself sitting on the edge of my bed with my phone pressed to my ear. Nathan picked up almost immediately, his voice low and tired.

“Sophia? How did it go? What did they ask you about the incident?”

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. “They… asked a lot,” I said, rubbing my forehead. “They wanted to know if Tristan was going to show up again, if ...