Sofia's POV
"Do you want me to come over?" I asked, my face full of worry. Olivia had just told me everything that was happening, and I could hear the fear in her voice. I thought maybe she needed me close.
"I can come if you want me to," I offered gently.
But she sighed over the phone.
"No, Sofia… don't worry about me," she said weakly. "Just pray. That's all I need right now."
Her words tugged at my heart, but I didn't push further. "Alright," I whispered. "But remember, I'm here if you need me."
When the call ended, I sat quietly for a moment, staring at the wall. I hated feeling so helpless. Olivia was my friend, my sister in every way that mattered—and she was breaking.
A maid appeared at the doorway and bowed slightly. "Lady Sofia, dinner is ready."
I nodded slowly and stood up, even though I didn't feel hungry. When I reached the dining table, I noticed something immediately—Damien's seat was empty. Again.
