Sophia’s POV

Sniffing, I cup my boobs with an arm and snatch my phone with the other hand, swiping on the screen to answer the call.

I might not get this chance again.

“H– hi, Mom…” I stutter, glancing over my shoulder at Aunt Mel as she approaches me.

My heart leaps to my throat.

Alexander doesn’t utter a sound.

“I’m– I’m getting dressed up already. I’ll be all set before you get h- home… Okay. Bye, Mom.”

Hand shaking, I drop the phone face down on the same surface, ...