SOFIA'S POV

The car door shut with a satisfying click, sealing the two of us away from the dreary gray of the cemetery. As the tinted windows muted the world outside, I leaned back in my seat and allowed myself the smallest, most indulgent smile. The kind of smile that starts slow and deep, curling up from the chest like smoke.

God, that had gone perfectly.

I could still see the look on Ethan’s face when the whispers began, when Lauren’s sharp eyes narrowed and her lips parted in that ...