Sofia's POV
The heavy wooden double doors slammed shut, the echo rebounding off the high ceilings of the penthouse like a gunshot. The sharp, metallic click of handcuffs being tightened around Noah’s wrists seemed to linger in the cold air, burned permanently into my memory.
I was still on my knees on the icy marble floor, my breath coming in jagged, ragged gasps. The silence that followed the police invasion was deafening. It pressed against my eardrums, suffocating and vast.
Daniel lingered by the open doorway for a second longer, his hands casually tucked into his expensive trouser pockets. A sickening, victorious smile stretched across his face as he looked down at me, taking in my crumpled form, my trembling frame, and the absolute destruction of the sanctuary I thought I had b
