Sofia waited on the front steps in plaid skirt, white shirt, the picture of private school innocence except for the haunted shadows under her eyes. When she saw the Audi, she practically flew down the walkway.
"There she is," I told Madison as she took the wheel. "Sofia's been waiting."
"Our traumatized princess," Madison said, but her voice was gentle. "How do you think she's doing?"
"Better. Jack hasn't tried anything since the restaurant. But she's clingy as fuck right now which I love so much about her."
"Good. She needs to be clingy. She needs to feel safe." Madison merged into traffic with the confidence of someone who'd been driving since she could reach the pedals. "And we're going to give her that."
