SOFIAI'd forgotten how weird dating felt. Not the nervous kind of weird, like before a mission or when you're about to break into a heavily guarded estate. This was the other kind of weird, like the one that creeps in quietly and completely takes over your mind while you're choosing an outfit, reminding you that you're about to sit across from a stranger and pretend like you're ready to let someone new in. I wasn't sure I was ready for that, but Tina had been relentless about it, and after a week of dodging dating apps and blind setups, I finally caved.His name was Julian Park. He was a third year law student at Yale, with sharp eyes and a kind smile, and the type of laugh that made everyone around him feel good. He'd asked me out after we bumped into each other (literally) outside the library three days ago. I was carrying too many books and he was in a rush, and next thing I knew we were both apologizing and laughing, and he was asking if he could make it up to me with coffee.Now
SOFIAI woke up before the sun had even risen, with a nervous ache curling in my stomach as I stared at the ceiling and tried to remind myself that this was real, and I was really doing this. After everything I had been through, every scar, every betrayal and every ounce of blood I had shed (or stood by while others did the dirty work for me) I was going back to school. I was going back to the life I had abandoned, and back to the girl I used to be.The cab ride to Yale felt surreal. The city moved around me like nothing had changed, but I had. And no one here knew that. No one here knew who I'd become or the things I'd done. They didn't know about the guns or the blood or the men who had died right in front of me. To them, I was just Sofia Moretti, the girl who had disappeared for a while and decided to come back. And for a few fleeting minutes, I almost believed it too.The halls felt smaller than I remembered. The buildings looked the same, with the faint hum of student chatter ech
SOFIAThe smell of hair dye and shampoo hung thick in the air, sharp enough to sting my nose a little. I sat in the chair with a plastic cape draped over my shoulders, staring at my reflection in the salon mirror and barely recognizing the girl looking back at me."Are you sure about this?" the stylist asked as she combed through my dark hair. "It's a pretty big change."I nodded without hesitation. "I'm sure."Blonde. I wanted to go blonde.The words had come out of my mouth before I even fully thought them through, but now that they were out there, they felt right. I wanted something bold, and something that made me look like a stranger even to myself. I wanted a new identity for a new life."Alright," she said with a bright smile. "Let's make it happen."The first snip of her scissors made my chest tighten. Strands of my old life fell around me, drifting to the floor like fragments of who I used to be. With every cut, it felt like I was peeling away another layer of the woman who h
SOFIAThe sun was already streaming through the blinds when I opened my eyes the next morning. For a second, I didn't even remember where I was. The soft lavender walls, the faint scent of vanilla, and the cluttered little bookshelf across the room all felt foreign. And then I heard Tina humming to herself in the kitchen, and it all came back to me.I'd spent the night curled up on her couch, crying until I had nothing left. She'd sat with me for most of it, letting me talk until I was hoarse and exhausted. And now, for the first time in days, I woke up without that suffocating feeling of panic pressing down on my chest. It was still there, just not as heavy."Morning," Tina said when I shuffled into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. She was already dressed up and ready for her classes, with her hair loose around her shoulders. There was a mug of coffee waiting on the table, and she gestured for me to sit. "Drink. You look like death."I let out a small laugh as I sat down
SOFIAIt took me almost an entire hour before I could pluck up the courage to walk up to Tina's door and press the doorbell. I sat in my car for a very long time before that, contemplating whether she would even listen to me or just slam the door in my face. She must be so mad at me after all the things I'd put her through, but I had nowhere else to go. I couldn't go back to my apartment. That would be the first place Adrian looked tomorrow when he found me missing. And I couldn't just leave the entire city, because that was going to take time. I needed somewhere to bunk down for a little bit and gather my thoughts, so I would be able to figure out what to do next. And I had no one else I could depend on right now except her. She opened the door as soon as the doorbell rang, and a surprised look flashed across her face as she stared at me. It was almost 1 am, and it was certainly a shocking sight to see me standing on the porch at this ungodly hour. But God I missed her. She was d
SOFIAWhen I finally dragged myself back to my room, my whole body felt heavy like every bone was being weighed down by guilt. I pushed the door open quietly, not expecting anyone to be there, but then I froze. Adrian was stretched out on my bed, with one arm tucked under his head and the other thrown lazily across the blanket. His shoes were off and his shirt was undone just enough to show his chest, and his breathing was slow. For a second, I thought he was asleep, and my chest tightened painfully.Rafe really wanted me to give this man up. He wanted me to turn my back on him, and go back to my mundane life before Adrian. How on earth was I going to survive that?I tiptoed closer, pulling the blanket up to cover him properly. My hand hovered for a moment above his cheek, aching to touch him. But then his eyes opened up slowly, looking dark and sharp even through the haze of sleep."I was waiting for you," he murmured sleepily. “Where did you run off to?”I froze, my throat closing