SEVEN
“Hey, I didn’t think you’d be home,” I say, spotting Sophie on the couch, the TV tuned to something with a bunch of explosions and her attention riveted to whatever she’s creating in her sketchbook.
She glances up as if coming out of a trance and gives me a tired smile. “Yeah, I took the earlier shift today. What’s new and interesting with you since you left this morning?”
“Well, I, uh, have a babysitting job tomorrow, looks like.”
Sophie tilts her head at me, laying her sketchbook flat on her legs. “Oh? A kid from school?”
I nod, because yes, that would be the logical next step. It’s not like I put my name out there for this. “I’m going to be watching Zoe tomorrow, all day long.”
Sophie squints at me after I’ve put my boots in the tray and hung up my coat, slinging my purse (t
