Sophia’s POV

“Hannah is my sister…” He speaks again.

I touch my glasses, hesitating on picking them up. But I need to see his eyes. I need to see what they say. Hopefully, he lets me see through his usual armor.

With the back of my palm, I wipe my eyes and slowly put on my glasses again.

“She might not believe it, but I would kill for her if I have to…”

I sniffle, still stopping my tears because they don’t stop falling.

“If… if a guy did to her what I did to you–” He ...