Chapter 15

At five on Saturday afternoon, one hour before dinner, Sophia sent me a message. [Dad is coming too. He only wants to discuss the baby and the house, so please don't be angry.] I stared at the screen without replying immediately. She had promised it would be just the two of us. I had even reminded her again when confirming the restaurant address not to invite anyone else. Now, with a simple "please don't be angry," she had turned her promise into an arrangement she could change whenever...