He let out a relieved breath.
My chest tightened.
“You knew Emily?”
“Very well.”
I frowned.
“Why are you here?”
“Because someone wants to tell you what your daughter did for her.”
I stared at him.
“You knew Emily?”
“Who?”
“Gianna. Sophie’s mother.”
That surprised me.
“Why couldn’t she call?”
“She thought you’d understand better if you saw something first.”
I hesitated.
“Where are we going?”
“To our community center. It’s about 15 minutes away.”
That surprised me.
I glanced at his folder.
The woman in the picture looked familiar, but I hadn’t seen enough to identify her.
Finally, I nodded.
***
During the drive, Sebastian asked whether I’d eaten.
“No, you literally woke me up,” I answered.
He shook his head.
I glanced at his folder.
“Your daughter would’ve scolded you.”
I almost smiled.
