Sophia's POV
The silence in my room was deafening, broken only by the steady tick of my bedside clock and the sound of my own ragged breathing. I sat there on my bed, staring at my phone, David's name still displayed on the screen from my last unanswered call.
Think, Sophia. Think.
I forced myself to replay yesterday's events methodically, searching for clues I might have missed. The conversation at the coffee shop. My desperate pleas to Vito. His seemingly understanding response.
"You have someone you care about. This is indeed something that needs to be carefully considered."
The memory of his words sent ice through my veins. At the time, I'd thought he was being compassionate, understanding my reluctance to marry him because of my feelings for another man. But now...
Now I wondere
