llowing closely behind, her eyes scanning the faces, looking for the face of dan

ut her job as a librarian, about her love of books. Sop

unassuming house on the outskirts of the city.

the dim light. The fire was crackling in the hear

ehind them. "Welcome to my safe hou

d, relief flooding through her.

he opportunity to wander around the house. She walked from

s a study, with a desk and chair in the middle of the room. Sophia's

ll the pages of the book were covered in notes written by hand.

the value of the book. This was Rachel's

arted to reveal the secrets of the society. She was i

e wicked than she would have ever thought. They were a brutal

s as Sophia read the last page of the book. "Oh

ery thankful to Rachel. "Thanks f

st happy that I can help," she said. "But we need to be careful. "The

. It had prepared her to fight the society,

plan. They would get evidence, build a case a

ing for solutions. She was aware that it would no

face as they stirred the remaining tea in

ould fight society, fight back against their me

se, Sophia could only hope that she was one step closer to freedo

o Rachel. She was clever, streetwise, and strong-will

nce as they could, searching online and through Rachel'

er face weary. "I think we've got enough now,"

to pour over her. He was exhausted a

hel. She had taken her in, given her aid, and was now

ia said, sitti

l said, glan

aid sincerely. "Thank

nk you, Sophia, you're welcome," s

Sophia. She still had a lot of work to do, but she felt l

intent on bringing down the society. They pored over m

l started to well up inside Sophia.

a phone call. She picked it up, listening carefully for a

ia asked, with an

de," she said. "He's been kind enough to agree to s

t Rachel was saying was true." A mole on the inside, someone

?" "Sophia asked wit

We meet him in an hour," sh

meeting spot, Sophia couldn't shake this feeling of hop

ed for the first time that they really might be able