“What do you want me to do?”
Margaret stared at her.
“Find my daughter.”
Sophie did not answer immediately.
She was a caregiver.
Not a detective.
She had no legal training.
No investigative experience.
No money.
But she also knew something else.
If Margaret was telling the truth, a woman had been stolen from her mother forty years earlier.
And someone might still be hiding it.
Sophie took a breath.
“Then we start with Carol Mason.”
Margaret’s eyes widened.
“You’ll help me?”
“Yes.”
Sophie sat beside her.
“But we do this carefully.”
Margaret nodded.
For the first time that morning, her shoulders relaxed.
Sophie picked up the photograph of the woman outside the restaurant.
On the back was a handwritten note.
Duluth, Minnesota.
Possible match.
Sophie stared at it.
Then she looked at Margaret.
“Do you know the restaurant?”
Margaret shook her head.
Sophie held the photograph closer.
Part of a sign appeared behind the woman.
