The vehicle that took Sophie and Marcus away from the facility was luxurious in a way that made the a*******n somehow worse.
Leather seats. Climate control. Bottled water in crystal holders.
Like they were guests instead of prisoners.
Sophie sat perfectly still, her eight-year-old mind cataloging every detail. The route they were taking. The number of armed personnel. The way Marcus's hands trembled despite his attempts to appear calm.
"Where are we going?" Marcus asked the stone-faced guard sitting across from them.
No response.
Sophie didn't need a response. She'd already identified the destination based on the direction they were traveling and the time elapsed since departure.
"The Morrison Institute's main facility," she said quietly. "Approximately forty-three minutes at curren
