Dami's POV

Something about Sophia had been off for days. It nagged at me like a loose tooth which was small at first, then constant until I couldn’t ignore it.

Her smiles felt practiced. Her hands lingered in places that didn’t need touching. And when the fight happened today. She stepped toward Doman, helped him up and steadied him.

I stared at my reflection in the dark glass of my office window. The city lights blinked like someone else’s life. On the surface I was calm but that was ...