“Sophie…” He starts to protest quietly, moving towards the kitchen, wanting to do something, anything, to try to make Sophie feel better.

“And I told you. Just leave. Get out of my life. Leave now. Get the out of my house. You are not welcome here. Ever again.” Sophie snaps, her voice harsh and angry once again.

“I love you too, Sophie.” He mumbles weakly.

“Shut up!” She yells, and he can tell she’s struggling to keep her cool and hold back her anger. She takes a deep breath before continuing.

“Please leave me. Now.” She orders him firmly and sternly and it makes his blood boil. He’s not leaving...