"No."
I could hear the resentment in my mother's voice. She'd never liked Sofia much, and she was often outspoken about it, but I appreciated that she didn't express her negative opinion of my best friend at that point. Perhaps she could sense how much I missed Sofia.
"A friend of yours has been calling though."
I creased my brows in surprise. "Who?"
"A Natalie Borgia. Familiar?"
Strangely, the name did sound familiar, but I couldn't quite place who the person was and where I'd heard the name. "What did she say?"
"Well, she just left a number and asked me to tell you to call her."
"Okay. Could you give me the number, Mom?"
My mother dictated the number and I took note. We exchanged a couple of stories before finally calling it a night and hanging up. I stared at the number, still trying to remember who Natalie Borgia was, wondering why she would want to get in touch with me.
