Chapter 30

• Sophia's POV.
• I walked into my father's packhouse this morning and saw him sitting on a stool gazing straight at my mother's phone hung on the wall. The photo was the most beautiful and clear, displayed how gorgeous my mother was. Her glistening blue eyes and perfect jawline with heart-shaped lips were so inviting to kiss.
• I was standing behind my father and could hear his muffled cry, filled with bitterness and anguish. My eyes went up to my mother's face, and I felt that pang in my heart, which triggered tears from my eyes, but I sniffed it all back. I wasn't going to cry again.