Sophia’s pov
I pressed myself against the wall, letting the shadows in the narrow nook outside the library wrap around me. Roberto walked by, eyes straight ahead, his face set in that determined way he had when he thought he had passed earlier. They never did. Years ago, I learned that if I wanted the real story—the kinght no one was watching. He didn't see me here, hiding. Liam hadn't noticed me, either, and that didn’t come filtered through the family’s polite lies and careful smiles—I’d have to find it on my own.
And I got good at it, too. Dangerous secrets tended to drift around this house, and I’d gathered more than my share by listening from the edges, out of sight. Like the fact that Roberto now had an FBI contact on the speed dial.
I shook my head, feeling a bitter twist of fru
