But now I had enough information.
The next move wasn’t Ethan’s.
It was mine.
Three days later, I called Lauren.
“I’d like to meet Mia.”
There was a pause.
“Are you sure?”
“No.”
I took a breath.
“But I still want to.”
Mia sat beside Lauren at a small table, both hands wrapped around a mug of hot chocolate.
She had Ethan’s cautious eyes.
We talked about