Sofia

I locked the door to my room, my hands shaking so violently I scraped my knuckles against the metal. It wasn't enough, I grabbed Clara's heavy desk chair and dragged it across the floor, wedging it firmly under the handle.

I backed away, chest heaving, until my legs hit the edge of my bed and I collapsed. "Sofia?" Clara dropped her magazine, her eyes wide as she took in my state, "What happened? Where are the bags? Did Louis hurt you?"

"He called him," I choked out, "He called my ...