Stevie’s POV
Sophia was standing right there. Sophia, the Sophia that I haven't seen in a year, was standing at my door. She had a giant, sweet smile on her face. Like she always had.
“Sophie!” I squealed pulling her into a hug.
“Steves!” She squealed. I grabbed her hand and pulled her inside. “Aww Is this Ethan?” She asked pointing to a small crib with Ethan in it. I nodded. She ran over and held his hand.
“He is so precious! He looks just like his mommy!” She cooed. I smiled. Then Harry and Johanna walked down the stairs. Both of their jaws dropped. But Harry’s in a happy way and Jo’s in an angry way.
“W-why is she? How did you? When? Why?” Johanna stuttered. Harry walked over to Sophia and tried to hug her but she pushed him away.
“Don't touch me Harold. Never. Touch me. Again.” She spat. “I came here to see Stevie and Lexa and Sky and Sami and Annabeth. Not you, nor Johanna.”
Sophia glared at Harry and Jo. Harry had a nervous look on his face and Johanna had an angry one. Them Johanna stomped out of the house, holding Harry’s sleeve.

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Soph and was downstairs, having her "shift" with Ethan. Meanwhile, I sat here, chewing on my lip. I had my phone in my hand, ready to call Veronica. Should I tell Veronica I can't do it? A real friend would never do that to Sophia though. But would she be happy for me? I doubt it. But maybe she will...All this thought were floating in my head, as I decided what I could do. This is dumb. I should just say to Veronica, I can't do it. Sophie would never do something like that to me. She tells me secrets because she wants me to keep them. So... I will.

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