I couldn’t imagine what connection he could possibly have to a nineteen-year-old housekeeper.
“Who is Mia?”
Sophie hesitated.
“Her mother is Laura.”
The name stopped me cold.
I hadn’t heard Laura’s name in twenty years.
Laura had been the woman I discovered with Daniel during the early years of our marriage. I had been pregnant with Sophie at the time. I stayed, but only after demanding that Laura disappear from our lives completely.
We eventually moved away and rebuilt our marriage.
Or at least, I thought we had.
Now my daughter had somehow found her.
Sophie finally gave me Laura’s address.
The next morning, I drove there.
When Laura opened the door, twenty years of memories came rushing back.
“I’m looking for Mia,” I said.
Laura’s expression changed.
“You don’t know, do you?”
I had heard those words before.
“Know what?”
Laura stepped aside.
“Mia was Daniel’s daughter.”
