Chapter eighty seven

Sophie had gotten back home, feeling happy that she was no longer alone, and she had someone who she could share her pain with.

On getting home, she met Steve Wilson, tapping his feet like something had gone wrong. She couldn’t bring herself to ask, and couldn’t even go to her room, pretending like she didn’t feel there was something weird with the situation.

“And where are you coming back, from, Sophie?” He questioned me, in a calm manner, like he was trying not to let all hell, loose, on me.

“From… from school. I kind of had to do an assignment, using the library.” She defended herself, hoping he was going to take that as a good response.

“School?” He questioned, with his brow, raised.

“Yes.” Sophie responded, trying her best not to act shaky.

“So, who were you with, while doing the assignment?” Steve Wilson questioned as he crossed his legs.

“I was alone. It wasn’t a group assignment, so I had to do it myself. And immediately I was done, I left.”

“Sophie, you are going to ‘The Gr