Sophia Hope
Noah Black was among my biggest tormentors. The only reason he wasn’t the biggest one was that, since he didn’t live in the orphanage, he didn’t have round-the-clock access to me. We went to the same school, though, and he made my life hell. If I had to name the one person I feared most as a child, it would be Noah. He was nothing short of a psychopath as far as I was concerned.
So, to stand in front of me and protect me is very out of character for him.
The last time I saw Noah was when I was thirteen years old. He and his friends had thrown me into a creek that was six feet deep. I didn’t know how to swim back then, and I was drowning, kicking my hands and feet to try to stay afloat. But they’d tied stones to my legs, and no matter what I did, I was sinking. As I fought fo
