Sophie's POV
It hadn't even been thirty minutes since I texted David about us leaving the country, and there he was, storming into our mansion like his life depended on it.
I stood at the foot of the staircase, arms crossed. "David," I said sharply, "you have some nerve showing up here uninvited."
He was panting like he had run a marathon. "Sophie, I need to talk to Hannah. Please."
I tilted my head, unimpressed. "You've got five minutes, and if you upset her, you're out. No second chances."
He nodded quickly. "Thank you."
I stepped aside and motioned toward the living room. "She's in there."
I followed him to the doorway, but before he could step inside, I added, "I'll be close by. Don't try anything stupid."
I watched him walk in, then turned on my heel and headed upstairs to give them some privacy—but not too much.
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Hannah's POV
