Sophia’s P.O.V

I jolted awake, sputtering as cold water dripped down my face and into my mouth. My chest heaved, my eyes blinking rapidly until the blur cleared—and that’s when I realized I wasn’t in the church anymore. I wasn’t anywhere familiar.

The walls were made of cracked cement, the air stank of sweat and cigarettes, and I wasn’t alone. A half-circle of men loomed around me, all with the kind of faces that could make the word “danger” look small. Their eyes ...