Sophia’s P.O.V

After my dad and Edmund left to speak to their connection at the police station, I paced back and forth in my room, rubbing my hands together because it was the only thing keeping me from screaming.

“I feel like he’s going to call any second,” I muttered, glancing at my phone on the bed like it was some sort of venomous thing. “What if we miss it? What if he calls and I don’t hear it? What if…”

“Sophia.” My mother cut me off sharply as she ...