Chapter 68

• The following morning, the tension in the house still hung thick in the air. The conversation from the night before was far from over, and it was clear that the rift between Stan and I hadn’t been closed.
• Angela watched me with a mix of concern and frustration as she moved around the house, distractedly picking up objects and placing them down again, as though trying to quiet her inner turmoil.
• Angela approached cautiously, not wanting to further agitate me. “Sophia, are you okay?”