Sophia The door closed with a soft click behind Dante, and the silence that followed was thick as fog. He was there, in my living room, and I didn’t know what to do with my hands, or with my words. My heart was beating in my throat, as if it wanted to skip all formalities and scream the truth without my permission."Is it true?" Dante asked, bluntly, without hesitation, as if he needed to pin me to the wall with his gaze. His brown eyes were dark, wounded. There were no greetings or explanations beforehand, just that question, hanging between us like a spear. "What...?" I tried to feign ignorance, but he stepped forward, and I knew I couldn’t keep hiding. "Is it true that you’re pregnant, Sopha?"The air suddenly felt heavier. I swallowed hard, looked away for a moment, and nodded softly. "Yes," I murmured. "It’s true." The silence that followed was deafening. Dante ran a hand through his hair, lips slightly parted, speechless. For a few seconds, the only sound was the water run
SophiaThe house was silent. Mom had already left early, leaving us alone for the first time in several days. I remember she kissed me on the forehead before leaving and gave me a look that said it all: worry, exhaustion, and also relief. She knew I needed to talk to Bright, that we needed to understand each other.I walked down the stairs slowly. Bright was in the kitchen, sitting on one of the stools by the island. He had a cup of coffee in his hands, staring blankly into nothing. When he heard my footsteps, he looked up. His eyes were tired, with dark circles and a sadness so heavy it seemed to hang in the air."Your mom left," he said quietly.I nodded and approached. I sat down across from him without saying anything at first. I just looked at him. There was something about his hunched posture, the way he held the cup with both hands like it was an anchor, that made my chest ache.“We were about to talk about this before everything blew up, remember?”Bright nodded without lookin
BrightI woke up abruptly, feeling a kind of emptiness in my chest. My arm instinctively reached out to the side of the bed, searching for her warmth. But she wasn’t there. The space beside me was still intact, cold, distant. I turned over, replaying in my mind the last images before falling asleep: Sophia’s back walking away, her silhouette blending into the darkness of the hallway, the guest room door closing behind her.I couldn’t sleep anymore. The night had been long, and although I closed my eyes many times, my head wouldn’t stop spinning. I thought about Sophia, her distant gaze, the way she avoided me. But I also thought about Sabrina. About what I said. About what I couldn’t say. And about what could happen to her if she stayed isolated, away from the pack.The sunrise was just beginning to show through the window, but I decided to get up. I couldn’t keep lying there pretending the world wasn’t falling apart around me.I went to the kitchen. The silence was heavy. I turned on
Sophia Sleeping in the guest room wasn’t as uncomfortable as I had expected. The bed was spacious, and the sheets were freshly washed, carrying that soft lavender scent that had always felt calming to me. Even so, I couldn’t fall asleep. My mom was breathing softly beside me, deeply asleep, as if she’d been waiting for years to rest like this by my side, in peace. I, on the other hand, was wide awake. My eyes were fixed on the ceiling, my heart tangled in thoughts I couldn’t shake off. Bright. He had said he only went to talk to her, that nothing had happened with Sabrina. But that didn’t give me peace. What hurt wasn’t just the fact that he had gone; it was that he hid it from me. He did it knowing I’d notice, knowing it would hurt me. And he still went. He still chose not to tell me. He kept it to himself as if we could just go on without it affecting what we have. As if I could. And now, I was here, in this bed, without him. I missed him. Much more than I’d like to admit. His
Bright I watched from the kitchen as Sophia and her mother talked on the couch. Even though the hallway separated us, I could feel every word exchanged as if it were happening inches away from me. I held the teapot in one hand, but I couldn’t concentrate on what I was doing. Every fragmented sentence I overheard twisted my stomach, not just because it was an emotionally charged conversation, but because I was also carrying the weight of a lie.“I’m sorry, sweetie. I should’ve done something. I should’ve said something. I never should’ve let him throw you out. I’m going to regret it for the rest of my life,” her mother said, her voice breaking.It hurt. It hurt because it was true. Sophia didn’t deserve any of what she’d gone through. Not what her father did to her, and not what I had just done.I prepared the tea with trembling hands, trying to focus on the simple movements: boil the water, add the leaves, pour. I clung to those tasks like a lifeline.When I approached with the cups,
SophiaI was finishing folding a blanket on the couch when I heard Bright’s footsteps coming down the stairs. His steps were slow, almost as if he were unsure of every movement. I looked at him as soon as he appeared in the doorway of the living room. He had that expression he wore whenever he was about to give me news he knew I wouldn’t like.“Everything okay?” I asked, setting the blanket aside.Bright nodded, but the gesture was forced.“I have to go out for a bit. James called me for a meeting… at my parents’ house.”I frowned.“What? But James was here just a few hours ago. Why does he want to see you again?”Bright shrugged as if he didn’t understand it either.“He said it was urgent. That he needed to speak to me alone.”I stood up, crossing my arms.“Then I’m going with you.”He immediately shook his head and took a step toward me.“No. I don’t want you running into your father. We don’t know how he’ll react, and I don’t want anything to upset you. Especially now… with the bab