"Sonia, what does all this mean? You're really not going to do anything to stop her?" Tricia asked once more, her voice a whisper laced with disbelief.
But surprisingly, Sonia remained still, unwavering. Her silence was answer enough that she had maintained her stand.
Tricia sighed, her shoulders slumping under the weight of mounting tension between them. She was just about to voice her final decision when murmurs erupted outside the car.
A crowd had gathered, their buzz and murmuring stirred their curiosity as they turned their heads toward the entrance.
Just as they wanted to ask they noticed the arrival of a convoy. The fleet of luxury cars rolled to a smooth stop.
From one vehicle, guards in sleek black suits emerged, moving swiftly to position themselves by each door. The atmosphere shifted—anticipation mounting with every passing second.
The first door opened.
