Sophia’s P.O.V

I stood in front of the huge gates of the warehouse, my hands trembling just slightly at my sides. The distant roar of planes taking off and landing echoed across the tarmac, but I tried to ignore it, and tried to focus on the moment. I turned my head for a quick glance behind me and caught sight of the cops and my father, all huddled behind different storage units and crates, keeping themselves hidden from whoever was inside. It was reassuring, in a way, to know they ...