POV: Sophie
The motel room felt like it was getting smaller with each passing minute. The four walls pressed in around me, their peeling wallpaper a reminder that I had nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. I paced the length of the room, my heart pounding in my chest as Josh’s words echoed in my head.
They’ll kill you.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the fear, but it wouldn’t go away. I had known, deep down, that Josh was in trouble. That much was obvious. But hearing it in his voice, the raw desperation, the fear that I’d never heard from him before—that was something else. It made everything so much more real.
I couldn’t even sit down. My legs felt like they were vibrating with the tension that had settled deep in my bones. My mind was racing, spinning through every possible
