JACE’S POV
ONE WEEK LATER
I dropped the empty bottle of wine and picked up my phone to check if there was any news on Sophia’s whereabouts.
There was none.
I missed her more than I could say. And to make it worse, she was out there alone and pregnant with our child.
A knock came at the door. Beverly’s head peeked in slowly, her hair still wrapped in a hospital scarf.
“Can I come in?” she asked softly.
I looked up, weary. “Sure.”
She stepped in, moving carefully, her hand resting on the doorframe as if even standing took effort.
“You haven’t been answering my calls,” she said.
“I’ve been busy,” I muttered. “Looking for Sophia.”
Her eyes widened. “I heard she left.”
“Yeah,” I said, running a hand through my hair. “She did.”
Beverly’s lips quivered. “I’m sorry, Jace. I didn’t mea
