Sophie's POV
The mansion felt suffocating, despite its expansive rooms and luxurious spaces. I paced the floor of my new bedroom, running my fingers over the silk bedspread that probably cost more than our entire apartment's rent. My father's attempts to make me comfortable only emphasized the gaping hole in my heart—the broken relationship with Diane.
The weight of what I'd done pressed down on me, making each breath a conscious effort. How could I have betrayed my sister so completely? The sister who had always been there for me, who had stood by me through everything.
Now here I was, surrounded by luxury and wealth beyond my imagination, and yet I'd never felt more hollow.
I dialed my mother's number, my fingers trembling so badly I had to try twice before getting it right.
