(Sophia’s POV)
She stares at the ticket like it's a trap. Which, technically, it is. Just not the kind she's worried about.
"It's four days, Sabrina. Four days of sun and ocean and nobody asking you for anything. Four days where you don't have to think about Dustin or Jessica or lawyers or custody battles." I squeeze her hand. "Four days to remember who you were before you became someone's wife."
Her eyes get shiny. Damn it.
"I don't remember who that was," she whispers.
"I do." I grip both her hands now, forcing her to look at me. "She was fierce. Creative. Unstoppable. She walked into a bar senior year and told off three frat boys who were harassing the bartender. She started a campus movement to get the art department better funding. She stayed up for forty-eight hours straight to
