“About why Sophie came here.”
“What do you mean?”
“Sophie already knew about Mia before she took the job. She asked about her the first week.”
“Who is she?”
The room went still.
Sophie hadn’t met Mia at the resort. She had gone there looking for her.
But why would my daughter take a job three hours from home just to find one particular girl?
“How did she know her?”
“I don’t know.”
I thanked her and hung up.
“I promised I wouldn’t tell you.”
When Sophie came downstairs, I was waiting in the kitchen.
“You knew Mia before you took that job.”
She stopped. “Mom…”
“You went there looking for her.”
Sophie looked away.
“Who is she?”
“Laura.”
“I promised I wouldn’t tell you.”
“Then tell me why you were looking for her.”
Her eyes filled. “Because of Dad.”
That was the last answer I expected.
My husband Daniel had been dead for five years.
