Chapter 342: The Weight of What Was Avoided
Orion handed Sophia a cup of water without another word.
She took it with both hands, fingers still trembling, and drank like she had been wandering a desert. Water spilled down her chin as she gulped, barely pausing for breath until the cup was empty. Only then did she lower it, chest rising and falling as she steadied herself.
Orion took the cup from her and set it aside on the table.
Silence stretched between them.
Sophia sat on the chair, shoulders slumped forward, elbows resting on her knees. Her gaze was fixed on the floor, unfocused, as if she were staring through it rather than at it. Whatever calm had settled over her when Orion touched her was fragile.
Orion didn't rush her.
