Sophia’s P.O.V

I stood frozen in the doorway, my fingers tightening around the metal frame as if it could somehow hold me together. Two days. Two entire days of rehearsing what I would say, what I wouldn’t say, how I would breathe, how I wouldn’t fall apart the minute I saw him.

Yet here I was…my throat dry, my chest tight, every step suddenly feeling like a betrayal to my promise to Nathan. Nathan glanced at me and gently squeezed my hand, his voice low and ...