Sophia’s P.O.V

My chest heaved when I finished, and Tristan looked down at the ground, a guilty look in his eyes. But I was done talking. This chapter of my life was over and I wanted nothing to do with it.

However, when I turned to leave, Tristan’s hand shot out and grabbed mine, his fingers wrapping around my wrist before I could take another step.

“Sophia, please,” he said, his voice breaking in that familiar way that used to make my chest ache. Suddenly, he ...