Sophia smiled, "Come in."
It was only then that I realized her home was filled with Dante's things.
It seemed like this was the place where Dante truly lived.
Sophia sat on the sofa, drinking some medicine.
"Are you sick?"
She tilted her head back to swallow the pills, then shook her head. "I'm pregnant."
I froze, and it took me a long moment to process what she'd said.
"Sit."
She poured me a cup of tea.
"How far along are you?"
"A little over a month."
I sipped my tea, listening intently.
"I'm sorry. Could you say that again?"
"One month."
"So you're here to convince me to step aside."
Sophia shook her head sincerely. "I'm here to convince you to free yourself."
I looked down, clutching the teacup as a wave of negative emotions washed over me.
Apparently, Dante had told her a lot.
"I'm young; I can afford to wait. With this baby, I won't have to worry about money in the future. I don't need a title, but are you willing to live in this abyss forever?"