Sofia

The phone in my hand vibrated again, an angry buzz that rattled against my bones. I stared at the screen.

Father.

Luca just sat there in the backseat, his eyes fixed on my profile, waiting. I took a deep breath and slid my thumb across the screen.

"Hello?"

"Where are you?" My father's voice didn't sound worried, it sounded cold.

"I'm outside," I said, my voice surprisingly steady. "I needed air, Dad. Louis... he was suffocating me. He wouldn't let me leave the building, he was ...