Angela POV
I spent days at Sophie’s, trying to clear my head and figure out what I wanted. Every morning, I’d wake up to the smell of fresh coffee and the sound of birds chirping outside her window. It was peaceful, a world away from the tension that had become my life with Alex. But no matter how much I tried to focus on myself, my thoughts always drifted back to him. The way he looked at me, the way he held me, and the promises he made that he’d change.
Sophie noticed, of course. She could tell that I was struggling. One morning, as we sat in her garden, she finally said what she’d been holding back.
“Angela, I can see it on your face. You’re thinking about going back to him, aren’t you?”
I hesitated, knowing she wouldn’t like my answer. “I don’t know, Sophie. Maybe. He’s been texti
