SOPHIA'S POV
I sat at my study table, staring at my open textbook, trying so hard to focus.
But I couldn’t.
I just couldn’t.
The words blurred together, my mind refusing to retain anything. Every time I tried to push past the fog and concentrate, his voice echoed in my head.
“You’ve got 48 hours to move back to your house.”
My fingers curled into fists as I swallowed the lump in my throat.
Matteo.
That name had been carved into my brain like a brand I could never erase.
I hated how it kept replaying, how I could still feel his presence even when he wasn’t here. His touch, his threats, his suffocating control over my life.
I shook my head, frustrated and exhausted.
With a sharp exhale, I slammed my laptop shut. There was no point in forcing myself to study when my mind was elsewhere.
I grabbed my phone, hesitating for a second before opening the browser.
I typed in his name.
Matteo DeLuca.