happening, I needed answers from somewhere else.
The next morning, while Sophie was showering, I called the resort.
After several attempts, a young woman named Jenna answered.
I introduced myself.
“You’re Sophie’s mom?”
“Yes. I’m trying to find Mia.”
Silence.
“Is she okay?” Jenna finally asked.
“I don’t know. How well do you know her?”
“We worked together. Mia was in housekeeping.”
“And Sophie?”
Jenna hesitated.
Then she said something that made my stomach tighten.
“You really don’t know, do you?”
“Know what?”
“Why Sophie came here.”
I stood completely
