The person turning around just happened to be Ivan, already changed into different clothing.
Ivan definitely caught the shift in Sophia's eyes from spaced out to downhearted.
He looked at her. "Got the wrong person?"
Sophia chuckled awkwardly. "Just now, I thought I saw someone I knew. Guess all good-looking people kinda look the same, huh?"
Ivan and Brandon sported similar hairstyles, and they were about the same height. For a moment there, Sophia really thought she saw Brandon. She wasn't sure if it was because the two guys had a similar vibe that threw her off, or if she was just zoning out big time. For a split second, she truly believed she had seen Brandon.
Ivan also gave a chuckle, not continuing the topic. His gaze lingered on the medical report she was holding, then shifted back to her face. "Aren't you heading back?"
He didn't pry further.
Sophia didn't delve into it either. "Was just about to head back."
"Let's go together," Ivan said, already turning around.
Sophia glanced at his retreating figure, her hand instinctively caressing her still-flat belly. The feeling was complicated. She thought she had cut ties completely, but now, because of the baby, she was facing a deeper entanglement. It was one of the reasons why she was so indecisive.
On one hand, she did want to go their separate ways, no strings attached. With time, she'd naturally move on.
But having a tie meant potential messy entanglements in the future.
Sophia didn't want to leave such a ticking time bomb behind.
Yet not leaving it meant giving up on the child.
The thought of letting go made her heart twinge with a pang of pain.
That night, Susan called her, sensing that something was troubling Sophia.
"What's up?" Susan sounded worried. "You were fine when you left. How come you're all heavy-hearted now? Having a rough time at school?"
Sophia shook her head, fresh out of the shower and ready for bed, while Susan had already called her first thing.
The time difference meant it was close to midnight for Sophia, while it was just about 7 a.m. for Susan.
"I just got here; what could possibly go wrong?" Sophia sat on her bed, a giant pillow on her lap, phone in one hand, her chin practically buried in the pillow. She looked kind of wilted and out of sorts.
"Why did you get up so early?" Sophia asked. "Don't you start work at ten?"
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