“You know you did not have to do that.”
She did not look up.
“You looked like you were going to leave,” she said.
“And she was pointing the phone at Oliver.”
That landed harder than Karen’s voice ever could have.
Sophie kept pressing wet sand into place.
“And she was pointing the phone at Oliver.”
I swallowed.
“I know.”
She nodded once, still focused on the wall of her castle.
