Sophia’s P.O.V

The longer I stood there, wondering what could happen to Nathan while we were just…standing here, doing nothing, I felt panic and desperation claw at my throat.

I couldn’t stop shaking as I leaned forward, my hands clutching the edge of my dress. “Listen to me,” I said, my voice almost breaking. “If by tomorrow it’s too late… then who’s going to take responsibility for that? Who will take responsibility for my husband’s life!”

The cop, a ...