SOPHIA’S POV
“I—what do you mean, proof?” Jace asked, his voice low and steady, but threaded with tension.
I took a slow step forward. “Something that shows exactly why this whole act is happening. Why she’s pretending. Why Doctor Reynold has been helping her.”
Isabella’s hand flew to her chest. “Sophia, you’re imagining things. You have no idea what you’re talking about.”
I ignored her.
I let my gaze lock on Jace, my pulse hammering. “Do you want me to show you, or should I just keep watching you be blind while they manipulate you?”
Jace’s eyes flicked between Isabella and me, tension tightening every muscle in his body. “Sophia, show me.”
I handed my phone over to him. Emily’s sources had dug deep for the photo of an old tabloid where Isabella was seen taking drugs delivered by he
