Sophia's POV
Why did he say that? Does he suspect me?
The question hammered through my mind as I stood there, watching Vito's face for any telltale sign of suspicion.
Was his chest pain real, or was it just another test?
My heart raced as I replayed the last few minutes. The way he'd clutched his chest, the slight tremor in his voice—it had seemed genuine enough to send me rushing to his side. But now, seeing how quickly he'd recovered, how intently he was watching my reaction, I couldn't shake the feeling that I'd just been played.
The silence stretched between us, loaded with unspoken questions and carefully concealed truths. I could feel the weight of his scrutiny like a physical thing, pressing against my chest until it was hard to breathe normally.
"Why aren't you saying anythin
