Sophia
Your love and pain.
I left the house before anyone could ask questions. I didn’t want breakfast. I didn’t want small talk. I didn’t even want to breathe in the same air as Sara.
I knew I was being paranoid, but I couldn't forsake the feeling; it was what made me an investigative journalist.
She knew about the kidnapping. Knew too much. Ricci hadn’t even told anyone. He barely told me. So how the hell did she know?
I kept walking down the quiet street, blending with the breeze, letting my mind scream instead of my mouth.
What else was she hiding?
Did she ever lose her memory?
I stopped by the corner and stared at nothing. It was raining a little, light drops falling from a sky that couldn’t make up its mind. I wanted to cry, but the tears didn’t come. They just pressed behind
