Chapter 5: "Every Time You Sat on My Lap, I Had to Grit My Teeth"

Sophie's POV

The basement lights flicker on automatically as we reach the bottom of the stairs.

I stop dead.

The entire wall is covered in exercise equipment.

A treadmill. Free weights. A pull-up bar. A rowing machine.

Everything looks used. Worn, even.

My brain struggles to process what I...

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