Sofia
Sofia was an utter mess. The entire operation had gone down the drain. She should have never trusted Dana. That b***h almost ruined everything. Sofia still couldn’t believe that they had hurt Arthur.
She hadn’t been able to eat or sleep much since the whole thing. She jumped at shadows, waiting for someone to grab her, to bring her to justice. Sofia hadn’t heard anything about a suspect in the case, but she felt like it was just a matter of time.
Sofia looked into the mirror of her vanity for the first time in weeks. She almost threw up at the sight. Her hair was a rat’s nest, there were dark circles under her usually bright blue eyes, and her skin looked sallow. Guilt was one hell of a drug.
She didn’t know how much longer she could take this. She felt like she was barely livin
