Mia's POV:
So, the hulking man was twenty-nine.
“You don't mean that,” I said to her. “She's your daughter.”
“She stopped being my daughter the night she slept with him. She was only sixteen. I tried to put an end to it. He was grooming her but she believed that it was love. She fought with me on it. Even called Child Protection Services.” She said bitterly. “Unless you're here to tell me that she's dead, you should leave.”
“What if I told you she's dead?” I asked, trying to gauge her reaction.
Her eyes shifted just for a moment before she had that hard look. “Good riddance.” She said coldly, slamming the door shut.
I had my answer. She just needed a little more effort to want her daughter again.
I moved on to the next kid: Ramirez. He was easier to talk to. Ramirez had been skippin
