glanced toward the half-assembled crib in the corner of the motel room.
“I get paid Friday. I almost have enough for the deposit.”
“Then maybe you don’t need someone to rescue you.”
She looked at me.
“Maybe you just need somewhere safe until Friday.”
Her expression softened.
Then another worry appeared.
“What about the paperwork? Everything from the hospital is in my name. Sophie wasn’t supposed to have her this long.”
“Then we stop hiding.”
Mia looked frightened.
“What if they think I’m a terrible mother?”
“Tell them the truth.”
