The room suddenly felt too small to breathe in.
“Lena… Lena Morales?”
She nodded slowly.
“You know my mom?”
I grabbed the stair railing to keep myself standing.
“Has your mother ever mentioned someone named Grant?”
Sofia’s eyes widened instantly.
“When her fever gets bad, she says that name in her sleep,” she whispered. “Sometimes she cries and apologizes to someone who isn’t there.”
My heartbeat stumbled.
“Where is she now?”
Sofia hesitated.
“You shouldn’t come with me.”
“Why not?”
Her small fingers tightened around the frame.
“Because Mom said that if you ever found us…” she swallowed hard, “…it would mean the other people would find us too.”
At that moment, I knew I had no choice.
What I didn’t know was that less than an hour later, Sofia’s terrified scream would change all of our lives forever…
The Girl with the Oranges (Simple, but sounds like a classic thriller title P1
