Moana
The very next morning, I called Sophia as soon as I awoke.
“Sophia, it’s Moana,” I said into the phone. “Do you have a minute to talk?”
Sophia was quiet for a moment. I could tell that she was hesitant; I had just informed her only a couple of weeks prior that I was working for the very man who frightened the orphans, and she no doubt had a suspicion that I was going to ask for something after how he acted.
“Yes,” she finally replied. “It’s good to hear your voice.”
I smiled, relieved that she was at least willing to talk to me. “You, too,” I said. “I know this might seem a bit contrived, but I wanted to ask if Mr. Morgan and I could come to the orphanage today. He wants to speak to you and the children after what happened yesterday.”
“Really?” Sophia respond
