Chapter Twenty-Seven
Cold night air surrounded her, but it felt good after the warm stuffiness of the art gallery. Her black suede boots crunched as she walked on loose pieces of gravel that had come up from between the stones of the sidewalk. She briefly considered going back and getting her jacket, but decided against it. She didn't want to see anyone or have to explain what she was about to do.
People filled the sidewalk and all of the doorways of every building on the narrow street. There were several other art galleries and restaurants on this block in addition to the chapel turned bar. The night was clear, no rain, but a damp chill in the air stayed as a reminder that this was London.
Sofia tore her gaze away from Higher Calling and took in the crowded sidewalk. Groups of friends,
