much.
That night, after Sophie went to bed, I found myself sitting alone in the kitchen staring at the diaper bag.
I told myself I would wait until morning.
I almost succeeded.
Then I noticed something sticking out of one of the side pockets.
I pulled it free.
It was a folded hospital sticker.
And printed across it was a name.
Mia.
I stared at it.
Mia.
The girl from housekeeping.
Suddenly, Sophie appeared on the stairs.
She stopped when she saw what I was holding.
“Mom.”
“Who is Mia,
