Sophia
Noah's call came in just as I was closing up for the night, the shop quiet except for the hum of the refrigerator and the soft clink of dishes as I finished the last of the cleanup.
"Sophia," he said the moment I picked up, his voice tight with urgency. "I need to warn you about something before it happens."
"What now?" I asked, exhaustion creeping into my voice despite my best efforts to stay steady after everything from the night before.
"My father's legal team is filing eminent domain paperwork tomorrow. Publicly. It's going to be in the news, probably by tomorrow afternoon." He paused, and I could hear the guilt bleeding through even over the phone. "I tried to stop it. I told my father the truth about us, about everything, and he's moving forward with it anyway."
I closed
