Sophia’s POV

What a horrible start to my birthday week.

Everything aches—my feet, my head, my heart.

I press a hand over my eyes while I squat to cry.

Sniffing, I slide my fingers into my hair and raise my head to unlock my phone. I just stare at the unread message I sent to him.

Memories bleed into my mind—memories of my proposal, all the times he tickled me and made me laugh, the time he brushed my hair, the time he transformed his penthouse into a mini-stadium just to surprise me, the ...