Sophia's POV
I was unable to sleep. It was three in the morning, and I found myself on my apartment floor, bent against the wall and looked at my phone. The display was black. Battery depleted. I didn't charge it since I left the police station six hours earlier.
My hands continued to tremble when I recalled Maya's firearm. The sound of a click. The vacant room. The expression in her eyes hinted that she may have really gone through with it. Could have really killed me if the gun had been loaded.
Tried to stop seeing Maya's face. Rachel's syringe. Nicholas's broken body in that hospital bed.
All of it was my fault. I'd stopped them from killing Nicholas, yes. But I'd also been part of the plan that put him there in the first place. Part of the Alliance that had destroyed his life piece
