Chapter 4

“Sophia...” Ethan took a step forward.

“Tomorrow at nine, City Hall.” I didn‘t turn around, pulling my suitcase to the door—changing shoes, opening the door, all in one smooth motion.

The hallway lights brightened then dimmed.

While waiting for the elevator, I could still hear voices from inside:

“Not bad! She was even more cooperative than when I asked her to get married!”

Laughter mixed with voices exploded dully behind the door.

I stood by the elevator, listening to this unfamiliar story.

The reflection in the mirror looked calmer than I’d imagined.

Not until I got in the taxi did…