Chapter 2
Sophia
I had no idea how much time passed. I didn’t even know where we were when the private jet touched down on the runway. Neither Alex nor Marco had told me where we were going. And I didn’t ask. It was irrelevant. No matter where I was, I was without the man I had started to love. Was it love? Or was it just Stockholm Syndrome? But if it were Stockholm Syndrome, wouldn’t the feelings go away if my captor was gone? Would it still feel like now? As if someone had turned my heart through the meat grinder? This abysmal despair could not have been triggered by something as artificial as a protective mechanism of my mind. It had to be love. Or not? And then ... Was it important how I named the feelings I had? Love or Stockholm Syndrome. What difference did it make if all I could
