*Sophie’s POV*

Once the plane landed, I couldn't believe I was in Paris. I felt a sense of excitement, and yet at the same time, I struggled with fighting voices from my childhood. Voices that whispered, ‘This reality isn't going to last, you don't deserve to be here, something bad is going to happen soon.’

My mother's voice seemed to find me no matter where I ran.

"Everything ok?" Nigel asked, interlocking his fingers with mine. ...