Chapter 3
Brianna and I both leaped to our feet and guided Sophie to one of the chairs, as she looked in danger of just crumpling to the floor. Brianna pushed the last of her tea into Sophie's hands. Sophie took the mug but didn't attempt to drink from it.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I suppose seeing him brought back a lot of homesickness."
"And you miss him," Brianna added.
Sophie was looking down into the cold remains of the tea in the mug in her hands, but she looked up at the two of us as if we had both gone crazy.
"You're not upset about Antoine?" I guessed.
"No," she said, then took a breath. Her eyes came into sharper focus. "Well, yes, but that's not it. Didn't you hear what he said?"
"About your mother?" I said.
"Yes," Sophie said forcefully.
"But why would you be upset about y
