The bedroom door closed with a muffled click, and Sophia, standing discreetly in the hotel hallway, took a step back into the shadows. The thin heel of her sandal touched the wall, and she held her breath.
She didn't need to strain to hear; Eduardo and Elisa's voices traveled through the wood as if fate had made a point of giving her this gift.
Eduardo was furious, suspicious. Elisa... ah, Elisa seemed to hesitate, like someone who wanted to believe in the goodness of people, even when instinct said otherwise.
A slow smile formed on Sophia's lips.
So the little one still believes I might have changed... perfect.
She waited a few minutes, until silence reigned in the room, and moved away from the hallway with calculated steps. Her heel striking against the carpet sounded like a war cadence in her mind.
