the baby’s mother alive?”
“Yes.”
“Is she safe?”
Sophie nodded quickly.
“Yes. I promise.”
“Then get in the car.”
“Thank you,” she whispered.
I loaded Sophie’s suitcases into the trunk while she carefully secured a secondhand car seat in the back.
Once we were on the road, I spent nearly as much time looking into the rearview mirror as I did watching the highway.
Sophie sat beside the baby, gently rocking her.
Then she began humming.
I recognized the melody immediately.
It was the lullaby I used to sing to
