POV: Tristan
I didn’t move.
Even after the door had closed behind her… I didn’t move.
I just sat there in my chair, my eyes glued on the exact spot where Naomi had stood just seconds ago. The door was shut now and the room was quiet again, but my eyes didn’t leave that position.
It was strange.
I felt a little bit strange.
I wasn’t sure why I was still looking at it.
Maybe I was thinking.
Or maybe… I was questioning my decision.
A slow breath left my lips as I leaned back slightly in my chair, my fingers tapping lightly against the armrest.
Was I doing the right thing?
Letting her into my home…
Letting her into my daughter’s life…
It wasn’t a small decision.
It wasn’t something I could afford to get wrong.
Yes, Sophie liked her.
No.
That wasn’t even the right word.
Sophie
