Sophia’s P.O.V

I shook my head, trying to ease my racing heart, but worry kept making my hands tremble as I made my way down the stairs fully to stand in front of Martha.

 Martha looked at me in confusion, but all I cared was that she was completely unharmed. Relief flooded through me, but confusion quickly followed.

“Martha,” I blurted out, my voice still shaky, “what really happened? Why did you call me when I was at the art school? You terrified me with that ...