Chapter 8: Am I... an Undercover Agent?
(Sophia's POV)
Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. My promised escape to A Country never materialized. Each morning, I woke with dwindling hope, wondering if today would be the day Detective Harrison would contact me with an extraction plan.
Instead, I received the most devastating news imaginable.
It happened during what should have been a routine shopping trip. Vincent had assigned two burly guards to "protect" me—though we all knew they were there to ensure I didn't run. They followed me everywhere, keeping a distance of exactly five steps behind me at all times. Their eyes never left me, not even when I browsed through racks of clothes or stopped to admire jewelry in the display cases.
The shopping mall was crowded that day.
