wouldn’t tell you anything else.”
“Sophie—”
“Please, Mom. Just give me a few days.”
A few days for what?
And what exactly was supposed to happen when those days were over?
I tightened my grip on the steering wheel.
Instead of pushing harder, I asked the simplest question I could think of.
“What’s her name?”
Sophie paused.
“She doesn’t have one yet.”
The rest of the drive passed mostly in silence.
When we got home, Sophie immediately carried the baby upstairs.
I reheated leftovers for dinner.
Neither of us ate
