Chapter 11
Rio de Janeiro, São Conrado
São Conrado Fashion Mall
3:30 p.m.
Alistair immediately felt something was off when Sophia stopped and stiffened beside him. The hand he was holding became suddenly cold. When he gazed at her she was pale and staring straight ahead at a couple that was coming in their direction.
“What is it?” he asked concerned.
Sophia was rooted to the ground and looked like she would faint. The bags with her new bikinis fell to the floor. Her hand flew to her mouth.
“Sophia?” He stepped in front of her and grabbed her right arm, shaking it. “Who are they?”
“Get me out of here, please,” she whispered.
“Sophia!” A polite and cultured female voice, called, “É você, Sophia querida?”
Yes, it’s me. Sophia moaned and closed her eyes. Just the sight of the couple
