Sophia's POV

The days after the confrontation with Graham were filled with grief and sleepless nights, all blending together in a haze. My phone, which used to bring me happiness and keep me connected, now served as a frequent trigger of my sorrow. Graham's calls and messages were non-stop. Each time I checked my phone, I saw more missed calls, more begging voicemails, more urgent texts.

"Can we have a conversation, Sophia?" I apologize. I have feelings of love towards you.

I am available if you require assistance. Kindly do not exclude me.

I am willing to do whatever it takes to fix this. Can you respond to me, please?...