We didn't say anything to each other throughout our ride to the private medical facility. Arlo received a call and headed back after he dropped me off at the facility. I found Mia exactly where I expected her to be in the private facility. She stood near the reception desk, going through a file with the same calm expression she always wore.
Like nothing had happened, like I hadn't spent hours terrified because my father had disappeared from the hospital, I walked straight toward her. “You moved my father.” Mia looked up from the file.
“Yes.” She replied, she didn't deny it, nor explained it, she said just one word, my anger burned hotter. “You moved him without telling me.” I said.
“I did.” She answered again. “Why?” I asked. “Because I decided it was necessary.” She said this time, loo
