Sophia’s POV
The message didn’t leave my mind.
It didn’t fade.
Didn’t soften.
Didn’t blur into something I could pretend I misunderstood.
It stayed sharp.
Clear.
Precise.
“You just left the wrong person behind.”
I stared at it for what felt like forever, my fingers still wrapped tightly around my phone.
Then slowly…
I exhaled.
“No,” I whispered under my breath.
No.
This was exactly what they wanted.
Fear.
Confusion.
Doubt.
A slow poison.
And I was drinking it.
I leaned back against the leather seat, closing my eyes briefly.
“Get a grip, Sophia.”
Because if I didn’t…
I was going to lose myself before anything even happened.
My life…
My actual life…
Hadn’t always been like this.
It hadn’t always been shadows and messages and invisible threats lurking behind every s
