Chapter 1
Sophia’s POV.
Marcus kept his hand on my lower back the whole way down the hallway, firm and warm even through my shirt, steering me straight into the master bathroom like he already knew I wasn’t gonna fight him on it.
The tub was huge, already filling fast with hot water that steamed up the mirrors and made the air thick.
He reached over and twisted the faucet higher, testing the temperature with his fingers.
“Get in,” he said, voice low and even, like this was just another normal night. “It’ll help.”
I stood there shaking, face still wet from crying, my arms wrapped tight around myself.
“What the f**k, Marcus? I can do it myself. Just go.”
He didn’t move. Just looked at me with that calm, steady stare he always had when mom was losing her s**t or I was having a melt
