Chapter 75

• Sophia’s POV.
• Mondays have a peculiar rhythm to them. For most, they symbolize the beginning of a new week—filled with fresh starts or dreaded routines. For me, it’s a day of duality. The sun was still rising as Jenny and I left the house. Our small talk was peppered with bits of morning humor, just enough to get our minds off the weight of the week ahead. I just hoped this week wouldn’t be like the others.
• Jenny was feeling better now and she had even been the one to insist we go to day today.