Isabella Martini - POV
"Ahm," I looked up from my cup of coffee when I saw Sophia standing right behind me. "How are you feeling right now?" she asked me as she came over to take a seat next to me. To be honest, I did not know what to say. I was still in denial, but a part of me knew that Zachary wasn't lying.
"I don't know,"
"I can't say I know how you feel right now. But I think I can relate to the pain you must be going through." Sophia whispered, which made me look at her. A sad smile adorned her face as she drew patterns on the wooden table. "I lost my parents when I was very young, too. I know it is not the same, but trying to live without them was pure torture."
"How did you cope with it?"
