Sophia’s POV Since my divorce, I've been cautious about relationships. I've learned not to assume anything unless the other person explicitly expresses their feelings. “Kayla, Daniel and I have a platonic friendship, okay?” I insisted. “You just find it hard to believe because you always end up dating your male friends!” We both laughed at that. “Yeah, I guess,” she agreed, giggling. “Remember, let's not speak recklessly,” I reminded her gently. “Okay, my lips are sealed. I won’t ask Daniel, but I hope he eventually opens up to you.” I could practically see her grinning at the other end of the line, even though we were continents apart. “Kayla!” “Don’t worry,” she said with a laugh. “But really, I miss you. I’ll visit you there once my project at Sinclair Realty is done.” “Wow, really?” I paused from my work, feeling a rush of gratitude and warmth. “Yes! I promise! It’s going to be so much fun!” We began to talk about all the things we’d love to see and do together once s
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