Chapter 42
- Sophie’s POV
- The soft glow of the bedside lamp spread warmth across my room as I sat cross-legged on the bed, idly flipping through a book I hadn’t read in years. My nightgown clung to my skin, light and loose. Just as I turned another page, a knock sounded at the door.
- I froze. It was late—too late for casual conversation. The knock came again, firmer this time. “Sophie? Are you free?”