Lena’s POV

My phone was still very warm in my hand from the last time our call rang. The clock was on the nightstand and it flowed: 1:47am. Sofia’s name lit up on the screen. I answered the first time that it rang. 

“Sofia?”

“I’m sorry.” She chocked out. Her voice cracked like it was thin ice. “It’s worse tonight. I can’t— I can’t stay here all by myself.”

My heart squeezed so hard. I sat up in the bed and I was already reaching for the lamp. “You don’t have to. Couch is yours. Or the guest bed. Whatever feels safe. I’ll leave the porch light on.”

She hesitated....