Sophie stared at the table. “She just needs time, Mom. That’s all I can tell you. I promised.”
“Time for what?”
“Please. Don’t make me break it.”
I looked at my daughter and saw something I had never seen before.
She was protecting somebody.
Not hiding — protecting.
“We worked together.”
“Okay,” I said. “For tonight.”
But if Sophie wouldn’t tell me how Mia fit into this, I needed to find someone who would.
***
The next morning, while Sophie showered, I called the resort.
A young woman named Jenna picked up on the third try.
“You’re Sophie’s mom?”
“I am. I’m trying to find Mia.”
“Why Sophie came here.”
Silence.
“Is she okay?”
“I don’t know yet. How well did you know her?”
“We worked together. Mia was in housekeeping.”
“And Sophie?”
Another pause.
She had gone there looking for her.
“You really don’t know, do you?”
My grip tightened around the phone. “Know what?”
