Sophie's POV
The hotel room had served its purpose—a sanctuary while I figured out my next move—but after three days, the walls were closing in on me. I needed to go home, even if just to collect more clothes and breathe air that didn't smell of industrial cleaner and other people's perfume.
I stared at my reflection in the hotel bathroom mirror, barely recognizing the woman who stared back. Dark circles shadowed my eyes, and my skin looked pale, almost translucent. I'd lost weight, my collarbones now prominent above the neckline of my shirt. The past weeks had hollowed me out, leaving behind a shell of the woman I once was.
Perhaps that was fitting. The old Sophie—selfish, entitled, willing to betray her own sister for a taste of luxury—deserved to disappear.
