Chapter 102

• Sophia’s POV
• As I pushed open the door to my apartment, the familiar scent of home hit me instantly—Jenny’s fruity candles, the faint scent of her perfume lingering in the air, and the textbooks scattered around the living room table. Our school exams was almost here so we had pulled an all nighter. After a long day of lectures, all I wanted to do was sink into the couch and let my brain rest. But as soon as I stepped in, I noticed something unusual.
• “Dad?” I blinked, my heart skipping a beat as I saw my father sitting at the kitchen table, flipping through a magazine. He looked up with a smile, his familiar face warm and comforting, but I could feel the anxiety bubbling in my chest.