Chapter 11 Do Not Make Me Ask Twice

"Who was that, Mommy?" Mia asked.

Naomi turned the phone face down against her coat. "Your grandmother."

Mia's small hand went stiff in hers. "Do we have to go?"

"I do. You'll stay with Mrs. Alvarez."

"Will she be mean to you?"

"She'll try."

The next morning at ten sharp, Naomi stood on the ma...

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