Sophia’s P.O.V

My dad’s eyes narrowed as he looked at me across the kitchen table. “Wait…Sophia, what exactly do you mean by ‘he knew when Nathan left the house’?” His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, like he was bracing for something he didn’t want to hear.

I hesitated. My fingers fidgeted with the edge of my sleeve. “It’s… it’s just that…when Tristan first called me,” I started slowly, trying to find the words without letting the panic ...