sweetheart?”
Sophie slowly sat across from me.
“My friend from the resort.”
“Your friend whose newborn baby is currently sleeping upstairs?”
Sophie dropped her gaze.
“She needs time. That’s all I can tell you.”
“Time for what?”
“I promised her I wouldn’t say anything.”
“Why?”
“Please don’t make me break that promise.”
I studied my daughter.
And for the first time, something became clear.
Sophie wasn’t hiding something because she was ashamed.
She was protecting someone.
“Fine,” I said quietly. “For tonight.”
But if Sophie refused to explain what was
