Getting help

SOPHIE'S POV

I stormed down the hallway with my heart pounding with frustration and resentment. I have always resented Tristin, my half-brother, for the way he had treated me when we were growing up. He was the golden child, always favored by our parents, while I was the afterthought, the child from our father's second marriage that never quite fit in.

I entered my room and I slammed the door shut, trying to block out the chaos brewing in the house. I paced back and forth, my mind racing with conflicting emotions. Tristin's arrest had sent shockwaves through their family, but for me, it was more than just a shock—it was a vindication of everything I have felt about him.

Sitting down on my bed, I took a deep breath, trying to steady my thoughts. I knew my parents were blinded by their love for Tristin, but I couldn't ignore the evidence staring them all in the face. Tristin had always been reckless, impulsive, and capable of anything when he was younger. Could he really have committed