As Sophia started to help Tim clean his apartment she felt her heart aching. She hated it, she realized. Hated not being able to comfort Tim, to hug him and be close to him. It made her feel sad. And if she was honest she also felt a little bitter. Not toward Tim, but toward his mother.

[i]What a bitch,[/i] she thought angrily. [i]How can someone treat their own child that way? If there's a hell I hope she rots there.[/i]

While Sophia was sweet and kind normally that sweetness could easily become a burning anger when her loved ones were hurt. The thought of Tim's mother and what she did filled her with a hatred stronger than the likes of what she had felt in a long time. Sophia couldn't help but want to punch a wall, to yell angrily. Many dark thoughts twisted through her mind, ones that she wasn't particularly proud of and would never share with Tim.

Without thinking Sophia's face had contorted into a mask of anger with her lips pursed tightly and her brow furrowed as she continued to think of how someone had to be an abomination to abuse and treat their child like they were worth nothing. The look on Sophia's face was fierce. Scary, even. She almost looked like a vengeful angel.

But as soon as the look had crossed her face it was gone. Appearing to be calm once more Sophia set the pillow that she had been squeezing tightly back down on the sofa. She continued cleaning without saying anything.