Chapter 18
Sofia was taken aback by the absolute finality in his tone.
The idea of him going alone to face that group was so foreign so dangerous that her first instinct was to find a more sensible path.
"We should go to the police," she insisted. A flicker of her former self re-emerged the part of her that still believed in rules and institutions. She looked at him her eyes pleading.
"If you come with me I think I can face them. I’ll have the courage to tell them everything."
The moment the word "police" left her lips a sudden cold stillness came over Adam. He stopped moving his expression hardening into something unreadable.
It was like a mask had fallen over his face.
He stared at her his gaze so intense it felt as if he were looking straight through her.
When he finally spoke again his voice was flat. It was devoid of any of the warmth he had shown just moments before. "I need your clothes."
The request was so bizarre so out of context that Sofia simply blinked.
Her hand instinctively moved to touch the sleeve of her school uniform. "My clothes? Why would you need my clothes?" She couldn’t understand what one thing had to do with the other.
"Not these," Adam clarified a sharp edge of impatience creeping into his voice. "Other clothes. Spare ones. Any will do."
Confusion washed over her face deepening the lines of worry around her eyes. The situation was spiraling into territory she couldn’t comprehend. He wasn’t making any sense.