more easily.
“You look happy, sweetheart,” I told her one evening.
“I am,” she said. “I really am.”
There was only one thing that began bothering me.
A girl from housekeeping kept coming up in Sophie’s stories.
One night, Sophie casually mentioned going hiking.
“My friend and I went on this trail near the lake today.”
“Which friend?”
There was a tiny pause.
Barely noticeable.
“Just a girl from housekeeping. You don’t know her.”
“What’s her name?”
Another hesitation.
“Mia.”
I didn’t think much of it at first.
Sophie was
