Chapter 21
The war had shifted, but Sofia felt as if she were still fighting a battle of her own. The camp was quieter now, the sounds of battle replaced by the murmurs of soldiers recovering and regrouping. The smoke that once filled the air seemed to have lifted, but the storm inside her heart raged on. She hadn’t expected to feel like this after her night with Marco. The passion, the intensity—it had left her body aching, but her soul felt strangely unmoored. She had given herself to him, yet now, as she stood alone in the midst of the camp, she felt an emptiness that only seemed to deepen with every passing moment. The guilt gnawed at her. It wasn’t just about James anymore. It wasn’t even about the war. It was about Sofia herself—the woman she had become, the choices she had made, and the pers
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