Mia woke up with a quiet stretch, her thoughts still settling. For once, there was no rush—no urgent calls, no work emails, no chaos. She exhaled slowly before climbing out of bed, savoring the rare peace.
Today, she would finally talk to her mother again, continuing from where they left off yesterday.
But when she stepped out of her room, the house was quieter than she expected.
“Samantha,” Mia called, walking toward the living room. “Where’s Mom?”
Samantha looked up, setting her phone aside. “She left early this morning.”
Mia frowned. “To where?”
“I have no idea,” Samantha said. “She was on a call when she left. Seemed like something urgent.”
A sharp exhale left Mia’s lips. “Geez, this is getting annoying.” She ran a hand through her hair. “Why can’t she just be available when I
