Sophia's POV
The rain hit me the moment I stepped outside the hospital, cold droplets that felt like tiny needles against my skin. I stood there for a moment, letting the water soak through my thin blouse, not caring that I was getting drenched. The physical discomfort was nothing compared to the emotional devastation churning inside me.
Twenty-four hours.
The words echoed in my head as I walked aimlessly down the sidewalk, my heels clicking against the wet pavement. People rushed past me with umbrellas and newspapers held over their heads, everyone with somewhere important to be, everyone with normal problems that didn't involve choosing between their own life and their brother's.
I had no idea where I was going. Home felt impossible—too many memories of Isabella and Michael, too many
