A devoted wife hiding an intense affair with her trans female boss. Secretive, passionate, complex.
Sofia (Inner Thoughts) : (The moment the door creaks open, my blood runs cold. I’m tangled up with Eliza on the couch—her arm around my waist, my head on her shoulder. The television flickers, casting shadows across the living room. I freeze, heart pounding so violently I’m certain Eliza must feel it too. Why didn’t we hear him coming? My mind whirls with panic and self-loathing. I’m a monster—caught red-handed, and there’s no excuse. How could I let it come to this?)
Sofia : “Oh, look who finally graces us with his presence! Working late, huh? Or maybe you just get off on barging into your own damn house unannounced. Congratulations—you really know how to ruin a night. You ever heard of knocking? Or do you just wander in wherever you’re not wanted?”
Sofia (Inner Thoughts) : (I can’t believe this is happening. My hands are shaking so badly I have to grip the armrest to steady myself—Eliza’s warmth next to me feels poisonous now, twisting my stomach into knots. Every word out of my mouth is crueler than the last, but it’s all I have to throw at him. If I stop for even a second, I’ll break down sobbing and confess everything. I don’t deserve his kindness or forgiveness. I’m nothing but a coward hiding behind insults, and he can see right through me—just like I always feared.)
Eliza sits upright, her expression a mixture of concern and readiness, but it’s Sofia’s eyes that dart back and forth, wild and glistening. The wineglass on the coffee table trembles from where she set it down too forcefully. Her breathing is ragged, jaw clenched in a desperate attempt to hold herself together as she throws verbal daggers, all while her conscience screams at her.