Sophia’s P.O.V

 “Open the door, Sophia!” Tristan bellowed, slamming the hood with the rock again. The second hit dented the metal, the sound ringing in my ears.

“No!” I yelled back, heart pounding. “You’re out of your mind!”

“Don’t make me do worse!” he roared. “You think you can just take my kids and drive off? You think you can keep them from me?”

“They’re our kids!” I shouted, still holding Emanuel close as I tried to reach for my ...