When I returned home, Ethan’s mother was in my kitchen holding Atlas.
Ethan had texted that she was coming to help.
Normally, I would have been grateful.
Then she saw Mia’s drawing on the counter.
Her face changed.
“Do you know who Mia is?”
Silence.
Ethan appeared behind her.
“Mom.”
That answered me.
“How long have you known?”
She looked at me.
“Six months.”
Something inside me went cold.
“Have you met her?”
She looked toward Ethan.
“Please answer me.”
“Twice.”
I carefully took Atlas from her and placed him in
