“Sophie’s mother.”
“And you went through her things. You called the resort. You found Laura. Now you found me.” Her eyes filled, but her voice stayed hard. That stopped me.
She was right. I’d been chasing answers because I couldn’t stand not knowing. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t expect you to trust me because Sophie does.”
Mia said nothing.
“Tell them the truth.”
“My house is there if you want it. You and your daughter. No conditions.”
“And if I say no?”
“I leave you my number and go home.”
“You’d really leave?”
“If that’s what you want.”
She looked toward the half-assembled crib. “I get paid Friday. I almost have enough for the deposit.”
“Take me to my daughter.”
“Then maybe you don’t need rescuing. Just somewhere safe until Friday.”
“What about the paperwork?” Mia asked. “Everything is in my name. Sophie wasn’t supposed to keep her this long.”
“Then we stop hiding. Call the hospital and find out what needs to be done.”
