The Loneliest Hour

For what felt like ages, Sophia stood in the darkness of her living room staring at the syringe with a hidden needle in her hands. 

Miss Florentino had to have known something for her to give her a tranquilizer. The conclusion Sophia immediately jumped to was that someone was already following her. Were they there because of Luca? 

It only made her worries about him get worse. It wasn't necessarily out of her safety but for his.

Like all other women who lived in the city, she carried around pepper spray and a taser on the off chance something happened to her. However, even when she was attacked a year before, the pepper spray in the front pocket of her purse wasn't enough. Whoever attacked her was so much faster than she was.