~Sophia
As I sat there, trembling with the cold barrel of a gun pressed into my side, I found myself silently speaking to God.
God, if this is your way of stopping me from going to Canada, if this is your way of keeping my secret safe from Nathaniel, then I don’t care anymore. Ruin everything if you must. But please, save us. My life, Nathaniel’s life—they’re what matter now.
“Shut up,” the robber snapped, his voice sharp and filled with menace.
My eyes widened. Had I spoken aloud? His glare made my blood run cold, and I swallowed the lump in my throat, nodding quickly to show my compliance.
The sudden sound of hurried footsteps brought hope, and I turned my head just enough to see one of the officers who had likely been transporting the prisoner approach. Relief and frustrati
