Chapter 27 The Gathering Storm

• The morning came too quickly, the pale light of dawn filtering through the windows of the safe house. Sophia awoke to the sound of her phone vibrating on the nightstand, the remnants of sleep quickly evaporating as she reached for it.
• It was a text from Oliver: *We need to talk. Meet me in the living room.*
• Her heart skipped a beat as she quickly got dressed, the sense of urgency from the night before returning in full force. Something had changed—she could feel it.