The words keep echoing in my head, and every time I replay them, they hit harder.
Because she's right.
I did make fun of her clothes. I did make comments about her body. I did bring up her dad, even though I had no idea what was actually going on with her family.
I did all of that without thinking. Without caring. Because it was easy, and because she never fought back.
But standing here now, watching her work with this quiet competence, I'm starting to realize something that makes my stomach turn.
Sophie isn't invisible because she's forgettable.
She's invisible because people like me made her that way.
"Can you grab the ground beef from the fridge?" Sophie asks, breaking through my thoughts. "It's on the second shelf."
I walk over to the industrial fridge and pull out a massive pa
