SOPHIA’S POV
I picked up my bag and held my new passport with a fake identity in my other hand tightly. It was the key to the new life I planned to live with my child.
I couldn’t afford to be around Jace, his mother and Beverly right now.
Candice entered the room, holding a cup of coffee.
“Take this for the road,” she started, handing it over. “But are you sure about this?”
I nodded, my throat tightening. “If I stay, I’ll lose myself again. And this time, I’m not just responsible for me.”
Candice sighed and placed the coffee on the dresser. “You don’t have to do it this way. Jace deserves to know where you’re going.”
I shook my head. “He had his chance. He didn’t come. He didn’t even call.”
“You know how the media twisted everything,” she said quietly. “Maybe he was just trying
