Chapter Five
WHEN SOPHIE EMERGED from the bath, she found the bed she’d slept in freshly made and a selection of clothes laid out on it. Open curtains allowed cheery light to fill the small but handsome room. The wide armchair from which Yuri had observed her sat empty. A pitcher of water and a tray of food lay on the table next to it.
She poured glass after glass down her parched throat, her stomach gurgling and rumbling with the sudden deluge and reminding her she hadn’t eaten since the plane. A few bites of bread and slices of cucumber from the tray eased her hunger. Other than daylight, she had no clue as to the hour. Nothing remained of her own belongings, and Sophie truly felt like a stranger in a strange land. Stripped of everything she owned, not just her clothing and identificat
