Sophia
I didn't think about Jason much anymore. Months had passed since his last unanswered text, and somewhere along the way, without my fully noticing it happen, he'd faded from an open wound into something closer to a distant, faintly embarrassing memory, the kind of thing you can't quite believe used to matter as much as it once did.
He found the article anyway. Of course he did.
The text came in on a Wednesday evening, while I was curled up on Mark's couch reviewing finish samples for the wing's second floor, and I nearly dropped my phone when his name appeared on the screen for the first time in months.
Jason: Saw the article. Dr. Sullivan? Really, Sophia? Your mom's ex-husband? That's a hell of a way to move on.
I stared at the message for a long moment, feeling something compl
