The penthouse that had been Sophia's prison for three years suddenly felt even more suffocating, knowing that Vincent Romano was somewhere out there in the city, free and dangerous. She looked around at everything, the shiny marble floors, the expensive furniture she’d been slowly poisoned in, the huge windws .
"I need to get some things," she said weakly. "Clothes, documents—”
"No," Alexander said firmly. "We're not staying here any longer. Anything you need, we can replace."
"But my photos, my—"
Sophia stopped.
What did she even want to keep from this life?
A wedding album filled with lies?
Pictures with Jessica, who had been planning to kill her?
Gifts from Richard that were all part of his manipulation?
"There's nothing here worth saving," she said quietly, and realized it was
