My apartment is a little larger than Sofie’s. At the moment though it’s way too small with four hulking football players in it. I watch as Webb sets Sofie on the couch. “Food Sofie. You need to eat.” I announce. She makes a grimace. “Can’t right now. My stomach rolls at the thought.”
“Then drink the lemonade. I don’t want you passing out.” I admonish.
“Yes Mom.” She grumbles but takes a big sip.
I go crouch in front of her “what happened Sof?”
She draws in a shaky breath and tells us about the attempted break in. When she ends, I ask quietly “and what did the officer mean about your other ongoing police investigation?” I see her cringe guiltily and everyone stiffens up.
She looks away and I warn her “Sofie…”
Everyone waits wondering what is going on.
She takes a deep shaky breath
