"James. That's his name," Sophie said with a weary sigh, her eyes momentarily glazing over with a hint of fatigue as she turned toward the building's grand entrance.
Her gaze sharpened when she spotted a petite figure dashing out the front doors, brunette hair flying in disarray with every frantic step. The woman's small frame moved briskly, anxiety practically radiating off her in waves. The second she spotted Sophie standing there—imposing even in her calm stillness—the woman's pace became a near sprint, as if she could outrun the judgment she felt looming in those icy blue eyes.
