As expected, Moriarty came for Sara and freed her from the prison.
Well, in reality, it was me he was freeing, so the distinction didn't really matter. The outcome stayed the same either way, and honestly, that made the whole situation a little amusing to think about.
What stood out more was how convincing the whole act turned out to be. Even with all their abilities, even with whatever senses or instincts they relied on, none of them noticed anything off. The shapeshifting held up perfectly. No one had questioned it. They looked at me and saw Sara, nothing more, nothing less.
That alone was impressive.
Moriarty's gaze settled on me.
"It seems like you've been suffering quite a bit here, Sara," he said.
