SOPHIA'S POV

The summer heat of Tuscany was soft and warm, and it carried the sweet smell of blooming jasmine and ripe grapes in through the tall windows of our stone house.

I stood in front of the bedroom mirror and smoothed down the soft cloth of a pale cream sun dress. In the mirror, the faint shadows of my past were gone. The tight line of my shoulders and the constant flick of my eyes toward the door had completely melted away. For six months, peace had been our life.

I remembered how I used to stand before mirrors in hotel rooms and safehouses, checking my face for signs...