There was a reception desk, several offices, and a room filled with children’s books.
Photos covered one wall.
Sebastian led me inside.
I approached them.
Then I stopped breathing.
My daughter was standing in the middle of a group of volunteers!
She was smiling, her arm around a younger woman.
I hadn’t seen that image before.
“That’s my daughter,” I whispered.
Sebastian nodded.
I stopped breathing.
“She helped establish our program for young parents.”
I stared at him.
“Emily told me she volunteered here. She never mentioned that.”
I looked at her photo again.
For a moment, I could almost hear her laugh.
“She never mentioned that.”
“Gianna’s waiting.”
He led me down a hallway.
Inside a small office sat Sophie’s mother.
She stood when she saw me, and I finally realized she was the woman in the picture Sebastian had shown me.
“Dr. Miller!”
I looked around.
“Gianna’s waiting.”
