Mrs. King

Sophia

It was Monday noon when Kieran drove into Washington, DC, downtown. Streets were busy and jammed; people were strolling around, sitting in the restaurant’s gardens, and enjoying the warm sun’s rays.

I watched them through the window as we passed, wishing like never before to be part of the crowd, just another drop of water in the ocean… to be anywhere but trapped in this car with him.

Kieran parked the SUV swiftly in front of one of the most important buildings - City Hall.

So this is what he meant by ‘dealing with the question today.’ Damn.

He circled the car and I couldn’t take my eyes off of his threatening appearance. Despite the fear that overtook every cell of my being, I stared at his clenched fists and white knuckles, sure of the amount of self-control he invested in not strangling me right where I sat.

He opened the door for me and I stepped out, wondering if I should try to make a run for it, one last attempt to get away from Kieran. There were many people in the