SOPHIA’S POV
“It can’t be hers,” I said during the drive, my voice trembling.
Jace’s knuckles whitened around the steering wheel. “It can’t. They haven’t confirmed it’s her body. Beverly can’t be dead.”
“Why can’t we go in and see the body tonight?” I asked.
He exhaled. “I can’t go in as I’m not a relative. Her mother needs to be there and she’s currently unavailable.”
“So we just drive around, anxious until Mrs Ashford is available?” I asked.
“That’s the plan,” he said, and continued. “We can go to the doctor. You need a check up.”
“No, I just need a drive,” I said, pressing a hand to my stomach as another wave of nausea crawled up my throat.
Jace glanced at me, concern flickering in his eyes. “Sophia, you’re pale. You can barely keep your eyes open.”
“I’m fine,” I lied, rollin
