Sophia was on board with that.
She figured Brandon probably wasn't a fan of women crying, so during the years she knew him, whether it was senior year or the two years they were hitched, she always kept a tight lid on her emotions in front of him.
But she didn't see it coming that Brandon would cut short his sleuthing because of Cindy's waterworks.
"He hit you up after that?" Sophia asked.
"Nah," Cindy shook her head, "just stopped me on my way out to peek at my phone, wanted to see the chat history with you. But chill, I wiped our chat clean, nothing left to find," Cindy quickly added, then, unable to contain her curiosity, gave Sophia a look, "So, what's the deal with you and Mr. Crawley?"
Sophia hesitated, "We were high school classmates."
She skirted around the fact that they were once married.
Cindy was taken aback.
"Don't tell me it's one of those stories, high school sweethearts, split over some dramatic misunderstanding, now it's a bittersweet reunion?"
She sniffed out the scent of a reunion with Brandon, one tinged with unfulfilled longing and resentment.
Sophia just smiled. "Nah, that's not it."
"Mr. Crawley? Date? As if," she said.
Cindy nodded, seeming convinced, and didn't pry further.
Sophia didn't elaborate either, just gently reminded her to keep the police station run-in under wraps, especially the bit about the kid. Not everyone's cool with the idea of sperm bank babies, and she wasn't keen on being gossiped about.
Cindy got where Sophia was coming from and agreed to keep it zipped without a fuss.
The realtor had finished a call and came back to ask about Sophia's rental intentions.
Sophia wasn't really in the mood to keep looking. The place was a simple two-bedroom flat, more than enough for a studio.
The complex had a prime location, with good schools, parks, and shopping nearby, not too far from her company, but not too close either—just the right distance from the Crawleys and out of Brandon's commuting path.
Plus, the complex was fairly new, with decent property management and cleanliness. The internal greenery and kids' facilities were on point, making it a good bang for the buck.
"I'll take this one," Sophia said.
"Great!" The realtor was ecstatic, "So, about the one upstairs."
He wanted to know if Sophia was still interested in taking a look at the larger apartment upstairs, a spacious three-bedroom spot with better interior design and natural light.
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