Sofia Lanka

"Get your head down and don’t you dare move a muscle until I say so."

Jack Monroe’s voice was a roar that rose loud and clear over the fearfully loud snapping of the glass and the piercing shrieks of the security systems. Sofia didn’t wait to see if Jack was all right. She didn’t wait to find the source of the gun fire. Her body knew only maternal reflexes, her arms folding Mia tightly enough to make the child gasp in shock.

“Mason! Under the table! Now!” Sofia screamed, her voice cracking as she made a dive towards the thick wooden table.

She could feel the swoosh of...