Chapter One Hundred and Thirty
Sophie's pov
The house driver dropped me at school at exactly seven thirty.
Same routine. Every day. For the past few months.
Ever since Alicia had saved me. Ever since she'd gotten me away from him. Away from Robert. Away from the man who'd tried to sell me like I was nothing. Like I was property.
Alicia had married Travis Blackwood and brought me with her. To this massive mansion. To this new life. To what was supposed to be safety.
But it didn't feel like safety. It felt like a different kind of prison. One with expensive furniture and rules I didn't understand.
"Have a good day, Miss Sophie," the driver said.
I didn't respond. Just grabbed my bag and got out.
The school was already filling up. Students everywhere. Laughing. Talking. Living their normal teenage lives.
I walked through them like a ghost. Nobody looked at me. Nobody talked to me. They just moved out of my way.
Like I was dangerous. Like I might explode at any moment.
