Sophia’s P.O.V

I felt like the ground had just shifted beneath me. My hand trembled slightly as I held the phone closer to my ear.

“I’m sorry,” I said, my voice sounding smaller than I meant it to. “Can you…can you please repeat that? What did you just say?”

The officer on the other end paused for a second, as if trying to recall his words. “I said,” he began slowly, “that according to the prison records, Mr. Tristan Bernard was released a few months ...