31. Just a bad dream.

Sofia's pov

Immediately he stepped out, I shot the door behind him with force and then leaned on it. "Cheryl!" God, What if she decides to show up here someday even before I'm done with what I'm asked to do? It better not happen. And now that I think of it, did she even bother to ask who he was getting the clothes for? Whatever the case, I should do what I have to do early enough before other matters begin to arise. I dragged myself away from the door and slowly made my way to the walk-in closet. Taking off his shirt from my body, I grabbed a white towel from one of the drawers, wrapped it around my body, and made my way to the bathroom.