Sofia’s POV

He didn’t let me continue with what I was about to say, before he was interrupting me calmly, his hand still moving up and down on my arm, from my elbow to the upper side of my shoulder.

“No, it isn’t. I’m sorry I brought it up.” He started to say once again, breathing out those words and saying it with such passion, and I started to shake my head in the next second, as I sniffed back tears once again.

“It’s alright,” I breathed out, my voice fracking a ...