Sofia

I couldn't believe I actually had to do this.

The brown paper bag sat on the edge of my narrow hostel bed, looking innocuous enough, but to me, it felt like it contained a live grenade.

A lump began to grow in my throat. I swallowed against it, trying to force down the anxiety that had been my constant companion since the moment Luca called.

"Sofia?" I jumped, spinning around to see Clara standing in the doorway, her toothbrush hanging from her mouth. She leaned against the frame, ...