Chapter Thirty TwoAnnie's POVThe car ride home was silent. Sophia sat in the passenger seat staring out the window, her face pale and streaked with dried tears. I had tried talking to her at first, asking if she was okay, if she wanted to stop somewhere, if she needed anything at all. She did not respond. Just kept staring out the window like she was somewhere far away that had nothing to do with the car or the street or me sitting beside her. So I stopped asking and drove and let the silence be what it needed to be.When we finally pulled up to the house I tried once more."Sophia," I said quietly. "We should—""I can't," she interrupted, her voice hollow in a way I had not heard from her before. "I don't want to talk about anything, right now.""Okay," I said.Without another word she got out and walked to the front door. I followed slowly, my hands still not entirely steady, Mira's business card still in my pocket where I had put it and had not stopped being aware
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