Chapter 61 We're Married, Not Friends

After the commotion at the door subsided, Sophia settled into bed. Reflecting on today's events, she knew she would not have been able to start school so smoothly if it were not for Elliot.

Of course, what moved her the most were his words. They made her feel less pathetic. If she blocked out everything else and looked at only this incident, she felt pretty thankful toward him. Then she remembered him sulking over a bowl of clam chowder for hours. She rolled her eyes, thinking about how petty he was.

As Sophia was lost in thought, a woman’s cry suddenly filled the room. It was sharp, distant, and haunting, accompanied by eerie echoes. Startled, she instinctively sat up and scanned every corner of the room.

She tried to locate the source of the sound but failed. It seemed to be coming from all directions.

Just then, a disheveled woman with a red-stained tongue crawled in through the window. Her appearance—pale lips and fangs—was not only unexpected, but even if Sophia had been prepa