Chapter 4

Sophie's eyes went wide.

Henry offered a small smile and snapped his notebook shut. "Alright. I'll help you work out the specifics."

The night air was crisp when we left the café. Sophie walked beside me in silence for a long while. Finally, she spoke up. "Rachel, do you hate him?"

I thought about it for a second. "No."

Sophie began, "Then why—"

"I just feel like I got the short end of the stick," I said.

I'd been getting the short end of the stick for seven years.

On the surface, life went on as usual. I woke up…