CHAPTER EIGHT
SOPHIE
SIX MONTHS BEFORE THE FIGHT
It’s hard to believe Lennon could basically go into labor anytime now. I’m over-the-moon excited to be an aunt for the first time and can’t wait to hold that sweet precious miracle. The days aren’t passing fast enough, and Lennon agrees. She’s ready to burst and complains daily about how she’s sick of being pregnant.
My phone buzzes and pulls me away from my thoughts as I pack up my violin. This weekend is the last performance of the Christmas program, and we’ll be playing all the classics. Most members of the orchestra are busy during this time of year, so our director agreed to change rehearsals to twice a week instead of our typical schedule. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I unlock it and smirk when I see a text from Liam.
Liam: An
