Aubrey’s pov ;
I stared at my phone, the screen lighting up with yet another text from Gregory.
We need to talk. It’s important. Come to my house.
I sighed and tossed the phone onto the table. The messages had been coming non-stop since last night, each one more insistent than the last. Apologies, explanations—he was desperate to talk to me after what happened.
But honestly, I wasn’t ready. How could I be? After that night, after the way he crossed a line?
I glanced at Sophia, who was casually eating her cake across from me, completely unbothered by my growing frustration. She’d already voiced her opinion, but I knew she wasn’t done.
"You know," she said between bites, “you don’t have to go. If you don’t want to deal with him right now, don’t.”
"I know, but..." I trailed off, glancing at the latest text again. “I owe him, Sophia. He’s done a lot for me, and I can’t just ignore that.”