Chapter 11- SophieOnce I’m alone upstairs, I know I can’t delay the phone call I need to make any longer. I sit down on the upholstered chaise lounge chair in the master suite and dial my mom’s cell, waiting anxiously for her to pick up.
"Sophie?"
"Yeah, it’s me, Mom." With all that’s happened in the past twenty-four hours, it’s more grounding than I realized just to hear her voice.
"Where are you?" she asks.
"In LA, staying with a friend. I needed some time away—a break."
She’s quiet and I know she’s processing what I’ve told her. I don’t have any friends in Los Angeles, but she doesn’t question me.
"This friend I’m staying with…he, he owns a company and he’s graciously offered to um," I stumble over my words, drawing a deep breath. God, I suck at lying. "He’s offered to front the m
