Caleb
I stood frozen in place, my hands clenched into fists by my sides, my breath lodged somewhere between my chest and throat.
The car had driven off, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think.
I couldn’t even breathe.
Sophia.
That was Sophia in the car.
Not just any car, but Luna's car. Erick’s Luna.
And she hadn’t looked like the timid assistant I remembered.
No, the woman I’d just seen wore a crown. A real one.
Her face was calm, graceful, and powerful like someone who had found herself and no longer needed validation from anyone.
A Queen.
My Sophia was the Queen?
No. That couldn’t be right.
Wasn’t she just Erick’s assistant? That’s what we all thought.
The soft-spoken woman who wore modest dresses, who kept her head low in meetings, who rarely said more than necessary.
