***
An hour later, the motel door opened on a girl who looked younger than nineteen and was holding a phone charger like a lifeline.
“You’re Sophie’s mom.”
“I am. Can I come in, Mia?”
She stepped aside. The room smelled like laundry detergent and cheap coffee.
“Laura would take her from me,” Mia said before I even sat down.
“I take my daughter back.”
“She told me.”
Mia’s expression changed. “You saw her?”
“Before I knew why you were hiding.”
“I wasn’t going to let her decide whether I got to be my baby’s mother.”
“So you and Sophie made a plan.”
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