came downstairs, I was waiting in the kitchen.
“You knew Mia before you took that job.”
She stopped walking.
“Mom…”
“You went there looking for her.”
Sophie looked away.
“Who is she?”
“I promised I wouldn’t tell you.”
“Then tell me why you were searching for her.”
Her eyes filled with tears.
“Because of Dad.”
I stared at her.
Daniel had been dead for five years.
“What does your father have to do with Mia?”
“I can’t tell you. Not yet.”
“Then who can?”
Sophie whispered one name.
“Laura.”
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