“I figured.”
“She thinks you know about her.”
I looked up.
“What?”
“She knows you’re Ethan’s wife. She knows you’re Atlas and Owen’s mother. She believes you know she exists.”
“She thinks I’m part of the plan?”
Lauren nodded.
For one terrible second, I wished Mia had never made the drawing.
Then I corrected myself.
Not Mia.
The secret.