When she said he was coming, I had expected the same day. Instead, though, it was two days later and I was no less a captive than I had been the day he took me. Every second that trekked on, part of me was losing hope, but a stronger part of me refused to give up. And as for Sophia, I hadn’t seen her in twenty-four hours. The idea that she may have been caught troubled me. She had been nothing but friendly towards me, but what if someone found out that she was plotting with me to ...