She rocked that tiny body with the steady, practiced motion of someone who had been doing it for weeks.
A few days for what?
“How long are you planning to keep her?” I asked.
“Just a few days.”
I looked at her in the mirror. “And then what?”
Sophie lowered her eyes to the baby. “Her mother gets paid at the end of the week. She just needs time to get somewhere safe.”
“Why can’t she keep her own baby until then?”
I’d wait until morning to push.
“I promised I wouldn’t tell you anything else.” Sophie swallowed. “Please, Mom. Just give me a few days.”
A few days for what? And what exactly was supposed to happen when they were over?
I gripped the steering wheel. Instead I asked, “What’s her name?”
A pause.
“She doesn’t have one yet.”
The rest of the drive was silent. Sophie watched the baby instead of me.
