Chapter 1
Sofia POV
"Sofia, I need to tell you something that's been eating at me for years now," Mark said, his voice low and hesitant as he sat on the edge of our bed, his hands clasped tightly in his lap, fingers twisting together like he was trying to hold himself back from bolting out of the room.
We were in our bedroom after dinner, the lights dimmed low, and I was just slipping out of my work blouse, feeling the day's stress melt away until his tone hit me like a cold splash.
My stomach tightened immediately, a knot forming because whenever he started like this, it meant something big, something that could shake us up.
I paused, my blouse halfway unbuttoned, exposing the lace of my bra, and turned to face him fully, my heart starting to pound in my chest with a mix of worry an
