Chapter 56

Looking back now, I couldn't even figure out what it was that I liked about Sophia. Maybe it was because she was the one who saved me all those years ago. Without realizing it, I had loved her for so long. I snapped out of my thoughts and grabbed the glass of water on the table, drinking it all in one go. The water, once warm, had gone cold—just like my once-burning love for her, which had now become calm and indifferent. That evening, Sophia called me. I let the phone ring, not picking up for the first time. But she was persistent, calling again and again. In the end, I answered. "What's the matter?" The moment I spoke, her impatient voice came through. "Joshua, why did it take you so long to pick up?" "I was busy," I replied, rubbing my temples. "Why are you calling me?" "Edison said he's free tomorrow and plans to move in. Cook lunch for all of us tomorrow," she said casually, as if it was the most natural request in the world. Then, as though she hadn't been inconsiderate