Sofia’s POV

The fact that he had been there, staring at me as I had spoken to the doctor in a way that might have been almost borderline rude was making my stomach knot up unconsciously. I shifted on my seat, tangling my fingers together and brushing it lightly against my gown-covered thighs, sending a quiet thank you to God for making me decide to wear a gown that was quite long compared to the rest of my clothes, this morning.

“Yeah, I’m almost done.” The doctor, ...