Sophia's POV.
"Sophia, this is a great opportunity for us to have our lives back," My father said, his voice filled with hope. "We can go to another country and lay low for a while if he returns."
"I...don't know," I stuttered, my hands nervously clenching the side of my dress.
"Sophia, this may be the only chance at happiness we'll ever get," he urged, his voice growing more insistent. "Let's take it and move on."
The idea of returning to a normal life sounded so appealing. I could finally sketch, paint, and live without any restraints or fear. I could finally exhibit my works again like I had always done. Most of all, I could spend uninterrupted, happy moments with my father.
I would be far away from the killings, blood, abuse—and Alessandro. But that was the problem. After spendi
