Sophia’s P.O.V

The water had barely turned off when I stepped out of the shower, still dripping, skin flushed from the heat. I wrapped the towel around me tightly, the silence in the room suddenly loud as I padded across the cool tiles to my bedroom. My hair clung to the sides of my face, my fingers pruned and trembling slightly — maybe from the water, or maybe from the leftover adrenaline of the day. I didn’t know anymore.

Today had been exhausting in a way that went ...