Sophia’s P.O.V

I couldn’t believe what Vee and my parents were suggesting. Nina? My sweet, gentle Nina…the one who reminded me so much of my own college days; the girl who had left everything behind for Tristan without a second thought…could possibly… no, it didn’t make sense. I ran my hands through my hair, pacing the living room, trying to wrap my head around their theory.

“Sophia,” my mom said, her voice gentle but firm, “you have to ask questions. You ...