Sofia's POV
It had been two whole days.
Two days of silence.
Two days of waiting.
Two days of checking my phone every five minutes like a fool.
And still—not a single word from Damien.
It was as if he had wiped me out of his life.
Like I never existed.
Like we never loved.
Like I never gave him a son.
But what hurt the most was one question that wouldn't stop echoing in my chest:
Why hasn't he checked on his son?
Not even one call.
Not even one message.
Not even a "How is he?"
"What kind of father does that?" I whispered to myself.
My wolf growled inside me.
"A father who is angry."
She sounded annoyed at me.
I scoffed loudly. "Angry? He is angry? Really? Why? Because I found out what he did?"
My wolf hissed sharply. "Stop saying that, Sofia. You still don't have proof."
I rolled my eyes and turned away, hugging a pillow close to my chest.
Proof or not… my heart still hurt.
And the silence from Damien was eating me alive.
I didn't know which feeling was worse:
