Nathan’s P.O.V

I stare at the phone for a long moment after hanging up, my jaw tight, the muscles in my face stiff. The line had gone dead, but the silence that followed was heavier than any noise could’ve been. Sophia’s voice had sounded off…soft, hesitant, like she was trying too hard to sound normal. I know that tone. I know when she’s hiding something.

“Damn it, Soph,” I mutter under my breath, running a hand through my hair. The phone screen reflects my frown, ...