Kim stared at the computer screen in front of her, the cursor blinking steadily in the empty document she was supposed to be working on.
She'd opened it twenty minutes ago.
The page was still blank.
Her mind kept drifting back to the phone call with Mia. The flatness in her voice when she'd explained what happened. The way she'd tried to frame it as something positive, something she could handle, when Kim could hear the hurt underneath every word.
Relocated. Like she was a piece of furniture that didn't fit the decor anymore.
Kim's jaw tightened.
She'd wanted to drive over there last night after they hung up. Show up at that new house and just sit with Mia so she wouldn't have to be alone. But Mia had insisted she was fine, that she needed to settle in, that Kim didn't need to worry.
Which meant Mia was absolutely not fine and didn't want anyone to see it.
Kim knew her well enough to recognize the signs.
