Sofia went on and on about how I owed her an explanation and couldn't wait to hear everything when I get to the diner tomorrow evening. I agreed to tell her everything because saying no wasn't an option to Sofia and I really wanted to go back to sleep.
“Have a good night's sleep, I can't wait to see you tomorrow,” Sofia said. I could tell how excited she was without even being there.
I ended the call, thinking if I should tell her the entire truth of how Damien f****d me in the office or just skip that tomorrow.
“That is tomorrow's headache,” I murmured to myself, yawning, still wanting to sleep.
At first I wanted to check on Papa but I knew it would just be another round of drama and shouting so I didn't bother. I set my phone aside, and went back to sleep.
The next morning I was
