where Mia is?” Laura asked.
“No.”
It was true.
But even if I had known, I realized I wouldn’t have told her.
I left Laura’s house, drove until I found an empty parking lot, and called Sophie.
“I know who Mia is.”
There was silence.
I could hear the baby fussing softly in the background.
“Mom…”
“Where is Mia, Sophie?”
Another silence.
“I need the real address. I want to hear the truth from her.”
An hour later, I stood outside a cheap motel room.
The door opened.
Mia looked
