Sophia sat rigidly on the bathroom chair like she was awaiting trial.Her heart hammered against her ribs. Her palms were damp. Her soul was hovering somewhere above the tiled ceiling, praying for mercy.
From outside, she heard footsteps crunching lightly over broken glass.
“Sir, good evening,” the housekeeper said politely. “Are you alright? What happened here?”
Sophia slapped both hands over her mouth.
Christoph’s voice was calm. Too calm. “There was an incident.”
The broom paused mid-sweep. “An… incident?”
“A minor one,” Christoph said, sounding exactly like a man calmly explaining why a car had only lost half its doors. “Please do not concern yourself. I will investigate what happened personally.”
Sophia almost fell off the chair.
Investigate?Investigate WHAT?Her inability to ke
