Is Amber all right?”
“Amber is physically fine,” I assured her. “But the wedding won’t be happening today. I’ll explain everything later. For now, I need you to trust me.”
A pause, then my mother’s voice, softer but certain.
“I’ve always trusted you, Sophia. You’re the most reliable person I know.”
Her simple faith nearly broke my composure.
“Thank you, Mom. That means more than you know right now.”
As I ended the call, my doorbell rang with an insistence that could only belong to one person.
I took a
