Chapter 9
SOPHIA
Monday night
Fuck, I’m late for the exhibit.
Goddamn my favorite pair of shoes for hiding in my closet.
Still feeling shaky about being out of the house for long after discovering that someone—most likely, Big Bad—was asking around about me, I was still thinking about my next moves.
I have to admit: I’m still sad that my brother Jesse can’t make it after leaving a note saying so on my front door (thanks to Drew for noticing), but now that the gallery exhibit is just minutes away, all my thoughts are on keeping my lunch in my stomach as the nerves gnaw at the pit of my gut.
God, it was all I could do through my shift not to shake my kneecaps right off from fidgeting, not to chew my newly painted fingers to nubs at the thought of what might be waiting for me when I go
