Sophia’s P.O.V

I stood there, still holding the edge of the cabinet in the living room, my fingers stiff because the moment the officer mentioned the news, something inside me jolted. My voice came out tighter than I meant.

This should’ve been completely irrelevant, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the three criminals who had escaped. Were they somehow linked to Tristan? The thought was absurd...but I just couldn’t help overthinking it.

“Officer, about the ...