CHAPTER 23
“Mia?” the policewoman says. “Did you hear me? Do you understand what I’ve just told you?”
I stare at the metal desk inside the police station, hardly able to focus on her words.
“What can you tell me about how your mother and boyfriend died?”
“They aren’t dead,” I tell her. Shouldn’t that be enough to clear up the mistake? “I want to talk to my mom.”
The woman’s expression doesn’t change. I feel my throat closing. I can’t let panic take over. Not now. Not here. I have to sort this out.
“Text Chris,” I tell her. “He’ll explain everything. I can’t … I don’t remember. Just call him. I want to talk to my mom.”
“Mia, do you know what day it is?” She keeps harping on the stupid date. It could be February 31 for all I care. That doesn’t explain why I’m in a police station with
