Her eyes fixed on some distant point, clouded with memory. “I think Daniel’s mother is old… someone trapped in the past…”

A small shake of her head, like clearing fog.

“That’s more important than something like this.” Her throat worked silently for a moment, almost dazed by the weight of her own thoughts, her gaze finding Juniper’s with newfound clarity. “Than this case.”

“She told me herself she’s fine,” Juniper protested… her fingers had found the edge of her blazer, smoothing fabric that didn’t need smoothing. Uncertainty had crept into her tone, her bottom lip catching briefly between her teeth as her confusion mirrored Sophia’s.

“That’s none of my business,” Sophia said softly. “I trust that people know what’s best for themselves.”