Sophie

My stomach drops as I stare into Matt’s eyes. “Becky?”

“Yes, Sophie, my daughter and your friend.”

“Why didn’t you tell me before now?”

His palm comes to my cheek, gently cupping. “Because I was afraid you’d react as you are right now.”

“I-I’m not reacting.”

“You are. Your cheeks just went pale, and the gleam in your lovely eyes has dimmed.”

I reach for the sheet and pull ...