Sophie's POV
"Hello?" My voice sounded foreign to my own ears, hollow and small.
"Sophie? Oh, thank goodness." My mother's voice was thick, as though she'd been crying. "I got your message. Are you alright? You sound terrible."
"I'm fine," I lied automatically, then reconsidered. "No, actually, I'm not fine at all. But that doesn't matter right now. What's wrong? You sound like you've been crying."
There was a pause on the other end of the line, a hesitation that made my heart beat faster with dread.
"Never mind about me," she said finally. "Your message worried me. You said you needed me, that you were sorry. What's happening, Sophie?"
I'd pulled into a side street now, just a few minutes away from Liam's mansion. I parked, suddenly unable to drive while having this conversation.
