“Are you absolutely certain?”
I looked at Sophia.
She was still clutching the paper necklace she had made for her father. A little glitter had rubbed onto her cheeks. She kept looking toward the elevators, waiting for the doors to open so she could run into Dominic’s arms.
My chest ached.
“I’ve never been more certain.”
Victor did not ask another question.
“All right.”
His voice became all business.
“Give me ten minutes.”
The call ended.
