Sophia’s POV

He stands still, eyes fixed on mine, with a black medium-sized suitcase in his grip. My purse still hangs across his body. His eyes drop to the picture frame in my hand, and tears finally leak out of my eyes.

Choking, I palm my face with my right hand, breaking down in tears.

“Sophia?” He calls softly.

In a few seconds, my head is pulled against his hard chest. I shut my eyes and pull the frame to my chest.

“What is it?”

I shake my head, sobbing. Frame still in my grip, ...