Sophia
Unveiling the past.
When it was morning, I stood in front of the printer in my office, trying to print out some of the articles I'd found from stories of women trafficking.
I sat at my desk, my head reeling with a lot of thoughts. When I was devastated, I'd learn to work myself sour, and that was exactly what I was doing.
Especially when it comes to things like this.
Things like Ricci, because that was what he was becoming to me. A thing.
The events of last night still played in my mind. How could he? I'd had too much hope for him; how could he do that, especially when I was still recovering from the trauma that had followed the kidnapping?
“Do you think you can get something that will bring a big break?” Isabella asked, and I frowned.
“I would get Ricci, no matter what it t
