Chapter 32 The Tightening Noose

• Sophia barely slept that night. The news of the witness’s death weighed heavily on her mind, mingling with the anxiety she felt about the days ahead. The cold reality of what they were up against had never been clearer. Victoria Blackwood was not just dangerous—she was ruthless and without conscience, and she would stop at nothing to protect herself.
• As dawn broke, Sophia was already up, staring at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. The face that looked back at her was pale and tired, but the eyes were sharp, determined. She had made a vow to herself the night before, and she intended to keep it. No more hesitation, no more fear. She was going to see this through, no matter what.
• Downstairs, the atmosphere was tense. Oliver was on the phone, speaking in low, urgent tones, while Ethan sat at the kitchen table, his laptop open in front of him. His brow was furrowed in concentration as he scanned through a series of documents.