Sophia’s POV

The TV light flickered against the cream walls of the hotel room, painting shifting shadows across the wineglass in my hand. The evening news droned on until a headline made me freeze.

Businesswoman narrowly escapes armed attack, rival firm implicated.

I straightened in bed, crumbs scattering from the half-empty bag of chips beside me. Dami’s picture filled the screen. She looked calm, elegant and untouched.

My jaw dropped. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

The reporter ...