Christina worked methodically at the bent paperclip in the lock of her handcuffs, her movements precise despite the trembling in her fingers. The information she'd discovered about Sophia Martinez weighed heavily on her mind, but she kept it to herself for now. Uncertainty gnawed at her—was this truly the reason for Marcus's betrayal, or was there more to the story? Until she knew for certain, sharing half-truths would only complicate their already desperate situation.
The lock clicked open, and Christina rubbed her chafed wrists, allowing herself a moment of satisfaction before turning her attention to the door. The guard outside had been making rounds every fifteen minutes—predictable, which meant exploitable.
