Valerie’s POV
The next morning, I sat on the edge of my couch in my living room. I had thought about Sophia’s words all night, and how she managed to fake her death all this while.
She had always wanted to be on top, being the talk of the day, until she fell into the scandal that chased her away.
I never expected my life to turn into a conspiracy thriller.
But here I was, sitting in my apartment, surrounded by papers, photos, and a cold cup of coffee for the morning, coffee I had forgotten hours ago.
My eyes were wide open, staring at the stack of documents, the room covered with the smell of dusty books I had brought out last night after I returned from the Old City Theater.
This wasn’t just about me anymore. The attack that nearly killed me wasn’t random. The more I searched fo
