"Sofia? You're back?"
Tristan blinked in surprise as he opened the door, eyes widening at the unexpected sight of her standing on his doorstep. The confusion on his face was clear—mixed with concern, hope, and a flicker of something unreadable.
Sofia gave a small, hesitant smile.
"Yeah... I came back. And I need your help again."
She paused, drawing a shaky breath.
"I want to cancel the divorce."
For a moment, the silence between them hung heavy.
"Wait—what?"
Tristan stepped back as if her words had physically hit him.
"Are you serious, Sofia? You're sure about this?"
Her eyes didn't waver.
"I'm sure."
No hesitation. Just quiet certainty.
He searched her face, as if trying to read between the lines. Then, slowly, he nodded and stepped aside.
"Come in."
Sofia walked in, the familiar scent of his place making her feel both safe and overwhelmed all at once.
"Do you want some coffee?" he asked, heading toward the kitchen before stopping himself with a sheepish smile.
