Alexandra's POV
Three weeks went by since the storage facility. Ever since Maya passed away. After David fired at Margaret Price. As everything concluded.
I was seated in a café. The one close to my apartment. The identical place where The Alliance initially came together. Where we organized our retaliation against Nicholas.
That seemed like a century ago. Similar to an alternate existence. An alternate version of myself.
My phone vibrated. Text by Sophia.
"I'm outdoors." Arriving now.
The entrance swung open. Sophia entered the room. She appeared distinct. More slender. Elder. There were shadows beneath her eyes. Like she hadn’t rested in days.
She likely hadn't. I hadn't either.
She took a seat opposite me. Did not request coffee. Simply sat.
"Hello," she remarked.
"Hello."
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