June's head was so confused that it began to ache regularly. The news had impacted her so much that she kept replaying the news anchor's voice in her mind while clinging to Scarlett. It wasn't being called June that bothered her; it was the feeling of having lost her identity. For as long as she could remember, she had been called Althea, and now, when they called her Althea, it felt uncomfortable because it didn't feel like hers.
Scarlett remained patient throughout June's emotional rollercoaster. At times, the girl would revert to the cheerful young child playing with her older sister Rose and her younger brother Cosmo. At other times, she withdrew into silence with fear, and her gaze would become lost. Scarlett longed to delve into her daughter's mind and uncover all her mysteries.
Of course, she couldn't compare her children, as none of them were comparable. They all had their own personalities and a place in her heart. But Scarlett could confidently say that she knew her children, including her daughter June, until she was taken from her. However, the little one who had returned to her side was so different that she was eager to get to know her.
I wanted to understand why she acted the way she did at times, despite the challenges that might be involved in uncovering all the mysteries.
The psychologist had been in June's room for ten minutes. Scarlett waited anxiously outside to be allowed in, and when they finally did, she found June sitting and drawing animatedly. Upon seeing Scarlett, the girl smiled.
"She's inspired today," the psychologist whispered to Scarlett. The woman was seated on the floor beside the girl, observing the drawings closely. Scarlett soon joined them, furrowing her brow as she looked at some of the drawings.
"We're doing an exercise where I give her a word, and she has to draw what it makes her feel or remember," the expert explained. "We've concluded that she prefers to be called June."
Scarlett's smile said it all. That had been the name she chose for her daughter as soon as she found out she was pregnant and that a girl was on the way.
"Although she sometimes forgets, and her reaction is a bit delayed, right, June?"
The girl lifted her head and nodded. "Look," she held up her drawing, showing a 3D black square with her in the center.
Scarlett didn't understand the drawing. "Is that you, sweetheart?"
June nodded. "Yes, sometimes I feel trapped in there, unable to hear or see. It's scary," she confessed in a childlike voice. "I don't like it, but other times I feel good because in the end, no one shows up," she shrugged, visibly confused.
"June," Scarlett said tenderly, "I love you, princess," she kissed her on the head and received a smile from her daughter.
"June, how about you go show Colin your wonderful drawings?" the psychologist suggested.
The girl jumped up, gathering a stack of drawings, some better than others. She hugged Scarlett shyly and ran off.
"I asked her to come out because I think it would be a good idea to start delving deeper today. I see her being cooperative and in a good mood," the psychologist suggested. Scarlett nodded, even though she was afraid her daughter might shut herself back in that box and block herself out. She was afraid of seeing her in that state, but at the same time, she longed to address the problem at its root, as ever since these episodes began, there hadn't been a single day when she didn't wet the bed, leading her to use the diapers Colin had brought, at least for sleeping.
As soon as June returned, she sat down. "In the end, I gave one to Colin," she smiled and left the rest of the drawings on the table.
"And what about me?" demanded Scarlett, laughing. June puffed her cheeks, looking like a mischievous squirrel. "I'll give you one too," she assured.
"June, you know that in this room, you're safe," the psychologist stood up and closed the door for more privacy and a sense of security. "It's just the three of us, it's your mom, and she loves you very much. She would never let anyone hurt you," she continued to explain with a soft voice, as June's green eyes turned towards Scarlett. "Do you feel safe?"
"Yes," she replied timidly.
"Did you like your old house?"
June shifted uncomfortably on the floor and looked away. "No," she began to fiddle with her little hands. "I like this one better, and my room," she raised her hand to point at all her things, remembering that her own room had no color or toys.
"You didn't like your other room?"
The girl shook her head firmly. "It had nothing," she lowered her gaze. "John always had everything because Mom Marian said he behaved better and that only good children got things. I tried to behave well all the time, but it was never enough," she slumped her shoulders, thinking that Scarlett would stop loving her when she realized she wasn't a good girl.
"And what things did you do to misbehave, as Marian Smith said?"
June's lips trembled, and her eyes filled with tears. She pouted. "I don't know," she confessed.
"Now, I need you to think about something," the psychologist continued, capturing the young girl's attention. "What do you think it means to behave well?"
June considered her response, reflecting on everything she had learned. "Keeping everything clean, making the bed before going to school, and if you're in your room, not making noise," she said, not really looking at anyone. Then she raised her gaze and even changed her tone of voice, as if she were imitating someone. "Good girls don't make noise, they don't exist."
She lowered her gaze again. "It was always confusing," she admitted, playing with her little hands once more.
"Why?"
"John behaved very badly, but they said he was good, and he always had everything, they never punished him," June shrugged and looked at Scarlett for the first time since they touched on the topic that troubled her. "Now I understand why."
"Why do you think that, sweetheart?" Scarlett asked when her daughter's gaze was fixed on her.
"Because I wasn't her daughter, I would never be good enough for her, not at John's level. If I woke up early to clean, I never did it well, or did it wrong, or used the wrong product, but there were so many," June started to cry. "The gloves were too big and hurt my hands," she lamented. "It was never enough. Dad Carter sometimes came home from work and brought me a cookie I liked a lot from the bakery near his work. At least I knew I had done something right, and that he at least loved me."
"Would you say they were poor?"
June wrinkled her nose, still crying as she remembered all the pain, but feeling embraced and protected gave her relief and the security she needed to keep responding.
"No, not poor. Dad had a good job, and sometimes they got royalties," the little one explained.
"Royalties?"
"Yes, that," June nodded. "They always traveled on holidays, long weekends, or some weekend to the country house, and during vacations, they went with John," she lowered her gaze again.
"And you?"
The little one pressed her lips and her tiny hands so hard it hurt, so Scarlett, with care, freed them to prevent any harm. "Calm down, sweetheart. Whatever it is, it's over now, and I promise you everything will change."
June's small body relaxed, and she let out a long sigh. "I would stay at the countryside house with whoever it was. They took turns going with John to Paris, Italy, or wherever. I couldn't go because I behaved badly, so they took me to the countryside house."
"You didn't like the countryside house?"
"Yes, I did like it. There's a very pretty forest and there are animals whose sounds you can even hear at night. I could swim in the river, but the bad thing is that sometimes people came to the area or rented the house next door, and if that happened, they wouldn't let me out of the house."
"Why didn't they let you out?" June shifted in Scarlett's lap, wrapped her legs around her mother's waist to hug her and avoid seeing the psychologist's face. She closed her eyes, feeling Scarlett's heartbeat and enjoyed it when her mother enveloped her in a protective embrace.
"A clear way of telling me you want me to leave, little one," the psychologist smiled, managing to elicit a momentary laugh from June.
"They didn't like me playing with the children or talking to their parents because a long, long time ago when I was little, I traveled on a boat to Brazil once and played just like John. Then the police were called, and my parents were very angry. That's why I never traveled again, so in the countryside house, if I didn't stay inside when there were people around, I would lose the countryside house."
"When did you go to Brazil?"
"I think it was two years ago or a little more," she answered, shrugging and yawning. She didn't feel like talking anymore; she was getting bored, and she was so comfortable in Scarlett's arms that she couldn't help but close her eyes.
When June fell asleep, the psychologist helped Scarlett to get up with the child in her arms. Making sure that June was soundly asleep, the psychologist looked at the actress.
"I suppose you had inspectors or detectives following the case," Scarlett nodded, "Well, perhaps you want to ask if something happened in Brazil two or three years ago. A clue maybe. It's strange, to remember an event of this nature, it has to be noteworthy enough to be imprinted."
Scarlett took note. "Thank you, today was very productive," she said, gently patting her daughter's back.
"Yes, she finally opened up a bit more. Actually, I think it's thanks to you. You make her feel safe, and that's not easy, Scarlett, especially in a case like June's, with a history of abuse and identity issues."
Scarlett's eyes welled up. "Thank you, your words mean a lot. Sometimes I just don't know what to do; I just want her to be okay."
"You're doing well because it comes naturally from you. You're a good mother, Scarlett. Do you want me to be present at the trial tomorrow?"
Scarlett swallowed hard. She was preparing to face the man who tried to take her daughter in Central Park. "It would be a great help if you could, but I don't know how much time you have, and I assume you have more patients. Also, I don't know when the next trials with the Smiths will be, and I'll definitely need you for those."
The psychologist checked her phone's schedule. "I'd love to make time, but I'm pretty tied up at the moment. However, for the next ones, let me know, and I'll be available without any issues. For now, I want to tell you that if you see June starting to go into that state, place paper and colors in front of her, and ask her how she feels. She's a child who expresses her emotions through drawings and colors. So far, it has been the most effective technique with her, although, of course, your care and affection are also crucial."
Scarlett headed to her study with her precious cargo in her arms, replied to important emails, and then reviewed the next project for approval. When June woke up from her nap, she was delighted to feel Scarlett's heartbeat and see that she wasn't alone.
"How did my little girl sleep?"
"Very well," June smiled and then stretched. "I need to go to the bathroom."
Scarlett let her run, and then watched as her daughter met with Rose. Instead of returning to her mother, both girls went to play with their Barbies. It wasn't long before they headed to the garden. Rose sat on one of the swings, and June on the other; both began to swing to see who could go higher.
Meanwhile, Scarlett took the opportunity to call the inspector who had taken over her daughter's abduction case.
"Inspector Stewart."
"Inspector Stewart, this is Scarlett Johansson." There was a noise on the line, and immediately a door closing was heard.
"Mrs. Johansson, on behalf of the entire department, we are relieved that June has been found."
Scarlett rolled her eyes, holding back some words. - "Yes, thanks. I was calling to find out if there was any record of a sighting of my daughter in Brazil two or three years ago."
There was a silence on the line as Scarlett waited, her gaze fixed on the door, hoping to see her daughter's silhouette.
"Your question surprises me. Here in the database, there is a report from the city of Balneário Camboriú, State of Santa Catarina, Brazil. It appears that a New York couple reported seeing a young girl with similar characteristics to June Johansson playing with their son on the beach. They reported the incident, and an agent in Brazil was sent to check the beach. However, the couple left before they could find them, and we dismissed it as a solid lead."
Scarlett's hand clenched, as did her jaw. - "Are you telling me that if they had investigated that sighting two or three years ago, I would have had my daughter back sooner?" She couldn't contain her anger and disappointment, as she had never been informed of this sighting. - "I told you I wanted to know everything related to my daughter's case, whether directly or through my lawyer."
"Mrs. Johansson, it wasn't considered..."
"Exactly, it wasn't considered." Scarlett bit her lips. - "Well, just to be clear, that sighting was real. My daughter was there." She hung up and stood up to take a few steps to try to relax.
"She's here," she murmured to calm herself, rubbing the bridge of her nose. - "But where is she now?" She looked alarmed.
As June took longer to return, Scarlett went out in search of her younger daughter until she found them both playing together. She wiped away a tear that escaped as she watched how well they got along. Rose held June's hand, almost assuming a protective role, as if she understood that her sister had been kidnapped and couldn't let her go in case it happened again. For June, everything was new since John, her twin, had not been a good brother who cared about her.
"This is the 'Guess Who?' game. You have your own card, and you have to guess which one I have by asking questions," explained the next game. Rose didn't waste time playing all the games she had with her sister; she finally had someone who could keep up with her.
"Is it a dark-haired person?" June asked.
"No," replied Rose, looking at the game board with concentration. "Do they wear glasses?" she added, then turned her attention away from her board to watch her sister.
"Yes," June replied with a blink, but then she got scared when she saw Scarlett approaching and started to cry. "I'm sorry."
"What happened, June?" Scarlett asked, taking her middle daughter in her arms, while Rose covered her board so her sister in her arms couldn't see it.
"I forgot to tell you I was going to play with Rose. I didn't behave well," she pouted.
Scarlett wiped her eyes and cheeks. "Sweetie, you can play with your sister whenever you want. What you should never do is try to leave the house. Understood?" June nodded.
"I'm not angry," she kissed her daughter's little nose and then put her back in front of her board. "Keep playing. I'll make dinner and then it's bedtime, as we have to get up early tomorrow." She stroked the hair of both girls and, before heading out the door, she leaned in a bit. "Rose, no cheating on your sister; you saw her board when I had her in my arms."
Rose's cheeks turned rosy. "Mum!" she blushed and lowered her head, but when June started laughing, Rose became more cheerful. "I'm sorry, it was tempting."
"Cheater," June got up and ran out into the garden. "Rose is a cheater."
"June!" Rose followed her, running. "I'm not, just a little sometimes," she defended herself, laughing.
Scarlett enjoyed the scene for a few moments before preparing dinner. She was surprised to find Colin and Cosmo in the kitchen.
"Today, I have an assistant; and I'll be the chef tonight," Colin winked.
Scarlett kissed Cosmo's head. "My big boy helping Dad."
When dinner arrived, the girls were already sitting at the table, laughing quietly. But when they were served peas and steak, they started secretly throwing peas at each other. When no one was looking, Rose threw a pea at June, hitting her squarely on the nose. June grabbed another and threw it, but had the misfortune of hitting Colin. Immediately, she lowered her head and took a bite of her steak.
"Who was it?" Colin asked initially with seriousness.
Everyone looked at him, including June, who felt terrified, thinking she would end up being punished in the laundry room or, worse, in the basement. The house had a basement and many rooms.
Rose started laughing, and everyone figured out that it was her. "Rose, sweetheart, we don't play with food," Scarlett scolded.
June looked at Rose, feeling bad for her scolding, although she found it somewhat curious that Rose was scolded, not her, as it had always been with John.
"It wasn't Rose, it was me accidentally," June muttered, her gaze fixed on her plate.
"How can you accidentally throw a pea?" Colin asked.
June thought for a moment and then lifted her chin. "Well, it happened like this," she made a fork movement as if spearing a couple of peas, "and it jumped toward you; maybe it thought your plate was a better home."
Rose started laughing so hard that she almost choked on her own food. She had to drink to wash it down, and Scarlett looked at her with concern.
"So, like this," Colin said, throwing a pea and hitting June on the forehead, "it was accidental; the pea wanted to return to your plate."
June blinked, opening her mouth in surprise, while Colin began to laugh, which made her laugh too.
Scarlett threw a pea at each of them, grabbing their attention at the table. "I don't want a food fight at the table! Let's eat!"
June continued laughing for a while before managing to eat something. She couldn't even remember an event like this with her previous family, nor had she ever believed it could happen. She liked Colin; he was a good father to Cosmo and always made Rose and her laugh. Cosmo was a lot of fun, and he liked making her laugh. She also liked Rose because she enjoyed spending time with her and teaching her without getting tired. She had only had that with Iratxe, her best friend. And, without a doubt, her gaze turned to Scarlett. She liked Scarlett; she was great.
Smiling, she continued eating. Lately, she had a bigger appetite, although the stomachache was present for a few minutes afterward.
That night, June brushed her teeth next to Rose and taught her the song. Both girls sang it while brushing their teeth, making Colin and Scarlett laugh as they watched them.
After a story, each girl went to her own bed. Colin kissed all the children, wishing them good night, and Scarlett did the same. She lingered longer at June's bed to convince her to wear a diaper for one more night.
"Come on, sweetie. If you wake up dry, that's great, and if not, it's okay, little one, because your bed will still be dry," she tapped her nose gently.
June huffed and put it on under Scarlett's watchful gaze. Grumbling, she climbed into bed, and Scarlett had to make a great effort not to laugh. She kissed her forehead, and as she was leaving, June's little voice called her.
"Scarlett... can I have a cocoa bottle?"
"Of course, my little love," Scarlett left with a smile to prepare the bottle. Meanwhile, she prepared a glass of cocoa milk for Rose even before she asked. She also prepared Cosmo's bottle. She passed through Rose's room, leaving the milk, which made her daughter smile; she grabbed the glass as soon as she saw it. Then she handed it to Cosmo, who, closing his eyes, took it. After that, she gave a kiss on June's forehead and left the bottle for her.
"Now it should be ready to drink," she made sure it was at the temperature her daughter liked, something she had preserved over the years. "If you have a bad dream or you're scared, my little love, come find me or call me."
"Thank you, Mom," June whispered with her eyes closed and the bottle half empty.
Scarlett put her hand to her heart, and a tear escaped. Her daughter was coming back home. It only remained for her to call her "mom" with greater awareness and without that fear in her eyes, expecting to be punished or hit.
June woke up with a dry diaper and celebrated it with Scarlett. "See, I'm a big girl," she crossed her arms. "The other times were just a little leak," she reasoned, making Scarlett laugh.
"Great, princess," she kissed her cheek. "Darling, after dropping Rose off at school, we need to go to a new place, but Mom will be with you."
"Is it something bad?" June showed terror in her eyes.
"No, because I'll be with you," she reassured her, opening the closet and deciding what June would wear with the help of the girl herself, who chose her outfit. "Yes, in the end, I'll have a designer at home."
June laughed and shook her head. Surprisingly, while she was in the car saying goodbye to Rose, she missed going to school. Since she had been in New York, she hadn't been able to attend. The girl started fidgeting in her seat, which drew Scarlett's concern.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?"
"Am I not going back to school?"
It surprised Scarlett. "Of course you are, but we just need to sort a few things out first. Would you like to go to Rose's school?"
June was about to shrug, as usual, not feeling in a position to decide anything about it, but in the end, she nodded. "Yes, will I go to her class with her?"
Scarlett smiled. "Darling, Rose is a bit older than you. You'll go to a different class, but you'll be able to see each other, and Mom will pick you both up afterward. If I can't do it, maybe Colin or Grandma will."
"I used to go to John's class," June said, not understanding.
"Sweetie, Rose turned 9, and you're about to turn seven," Scarlett explained, looking ahead in the busy city.
"No," June laughed. "I'm eight and three weeks," she said, looking up with sparkling eyes.
Scarlett bit her lip, realizing the mistake and her lack of tact in not remembering. "Darling, John was born long before you, just like Rose. I know it's confusing, little one, but I'll explain it at home, okay?"
June furrowed her brow. Scarlett was right; it was confusing, and she didn't understand. She remembered celebrating her birthdays with John, watching him receive gifts while she had to make do with the cake flavored with John's favorite: cream and lemon.
Upon arriving at the courthouse, Scarlett carried June in her arms again, not feeling comfortable with the girl walking, even if it was by her side. June looked around with great curiosity, smiling when someone gave her a smile or told her she was very pretty.
"Hello, Agent Garrett!" June greeted, surprising Agent Michael Garrett, who turned red when Scarlett's eyes met his.
"Good morning," Garrett cleared his throat. "The girl has a good memory; that's a good thing. I hope she hasn't been told anything about today; Judge Winston prefers not to prepare children for trials."
"We didn't," Scarlett replied.
While the lawyer briefed Scarlett on the details and explained that he would request the girl's entry as soon as it was her turn to testify, Scarlett was pleasantly surprised to see her twin brother, Hunter.
"What are you doing here?"
"If you thought I'd let you go through this alone with my niece tucked in, you must have fallen out of bed," he smiled, kissing his sister on the cheek and his niece on the head.
"Thank you," Scarlett said. Colin was on his way, and having Hunter by her side was a great support during the wait.
Finally, they were called in, and Colin became her other support. She watched as a woman led her daughter by the hand to the witness stand, and little June looked around with huge eyes.
"Oh, so many people watching!" she exclaimed into the microphone.
The courtroom laughed, even the judge himself. "That's right, young lady. And now, you'll have to tell the whole truth. Do you know the difference between lying and telling the truth?" the judge wanted to make sure the girl was competent to give her account of the events.
"Yes, of course. Lying means that his sweater is blue, that's a lie because his sweater is brown. Lying is when you say you didn't break a vase, but you did break it and hid the pieces under the broken sofa, thinking no one would notice," she explained in detail, making the judge laugh again.
"Exactly, I see you've grasped the concept. You're a clever girl, from what I can see," the judge said, and upon receiving the compliment, June's little body lifted with a huge smile, which made the audience laugh again. "You may proceed," the judge said.
"Do you remember getting lost in Central Park?"
"Yes," June answered.
"And you encountered a man, correct?"
"Yes, Tim," June responded immediately. "He told me he knew my teacher because they were friends, but he couldn't pronounce Mr. Márquez's last name correctly. It's weird, isn't it? If you're good friends, you know how to pronounce their first and last name. Iratxe is my best friend, and a lot of people can't pronounce her your name, but I can."
Colin whispered to Scarlett, "I want June in the SNL. She's perfectly natural," and received an elbow from Scarlett and a smile.
"Is Tim in this room?" June searched among all the people and waved to her mum. "Hi, Scarlett!" Everyone laughed again. "If Tim is here," she finally said and pointed to a man sitting in the audience.
"Tim is him," the lawyer pointed to the chair that should be for the accused, which was occupied by a middle-aged man. "Isn't that Tim?"
Scarlett became nervous immediately.
"No, I don't know that man," June said, then turned her gaze to Tim. "That one over there is Tim. Tim, you're a liar! Look," she addressed the judge, "Tim is a liar. He told me he knew my teacher, but it was a lie. He said they left without me, and that was a lie because I later saw my teacher at the police station. He's a liar, and his lies aren't white lies. White lies are when you don't tell your grandpa he has wrinkles, even though he does, and you don't tell him because you love him and don't want him to get sad. Tim told me bad lies and hurt me with them. Then he wouldn't let go of me; he kept chasing me, and..." She looked around the courtroom, her eyes lighting up. "Amy, hi!" She waved her hand. "Look, Mr. Judge, that's Amy. She found me and took me to the police station, even though her friends were in a hurry. And I met Agent Michael Garrett. Hi again, Michael!" She waved to the agent again. "Your tie is crooked!"
The comment made the courtroom laugh again.
When the judge finally managed to control the laughter, he said, "The defendant can return to his seat." The courtroom was surprised to see the said Tim with his head lowered, returning to the accused's chair.
Scarlett looked at him with disgust, and Colin whispered, "Scarlett, he'll be locked up."
Hunter tilted his head. "It's the best thing that can happen to him. If they don't want Marvel's family to beat him up in a dark alley." Scarlett looked at her brother for the comment. "Come on, you can't tell me they haven't said something similar."
"No comment," Scarlett whispered. "I don't know how you know these things if you're not in the group."
"Twin connection, shorty. I'm like Magneto, even though he's from DC," said Hunter.
"Magneto controlled magnetic fields, hence the silly name," Scarlett smiled slightly. "It's Xavier who has the power of telepathy."
"What blasphemy, Scarlett. Your MCU family would be disappointed that you know these things," Hunter scolded, making Colin smile, and silently complaining about the elbow Scarlett gave him.
"This is serious," Scarlett finally said, and she stood up as June ran back into her arms. "I'm out with my daughter. I don't want to keep looking at that disgusting guy."
"Didn't Tim take a shower?" June innocently asked upon hearing her mother.
"No matter how much that guy showers, he'll never be clean, sweetheart." Scarlett picked up June and left the courtroom, allowing the trial to continue. Her lawyer would fill her in on the results, and she knew he'd get involved, considering the man already had a history of the same offenses. Better inside than out.
"You were great," Scarlett commented on the street, kissing her daughter's nose.
"I didn't do anything," June shrugged. "It was fun being up there. Why was the judge wearing a dress?"
Scarlett started laughing, grateful that her daughter hadn't thought to ask such a question in the courtroom.
"It's called a robe, sweetheart. Would you like to try another ice cream flavor?"
"Yes!"
"I'll call Colin and Hunter to join us, or we'll leave without them."
In the ice cream parlor, Scarlett was surprised to run into Gwyneth Paltrow, especially considering it was in Los Angeles.
"What are you doing here?" Scarlett was the first to speak upon seeing her.
"Well, what a warm welcome," Gwyneth joked and approached her friend to kiss her cheek. "And this beautiful little girl must be June. Hello, sweetheart."
"Hello," June said, hiding her face in her mother's neck.
"She's adorable," Gwyneth repeated. "Why don't we share a table?"
"Gwyneth, I seriously didn't expect to see you. Are you here for work?" Scarlett sat at their table. "Hello, Apple and Moses."
The kids greeted and joined their table. While the newcomers were being attended to, Gwyneth answered the question. "I have an interview, and they wanted to come with me this time."
Scarlett started a conversation with her friend, and soon the whole group joined in. June looked at everyone curiously while eating her ice cream. Eventually, Apple started making faces to make her laugh, and from there, she sat next to Apple and Moses. She ended up playing a game on Moses' phone while Apple helped her not spill her ice cream.
Scarlett kept an eye on her daughter, even though she was sitting right across from her. But then an idea came to her, and she looked at her friend.
"You speak Spanish very fluently, don't you?" Scarlett asked Gwyneth.
"Yes, I lived in Spain. Why?" Gwyneth replied.
Seeing that her daughter was occupied, Scarlett continued.
"I need you to get in touch with someone who only speaks Spanish. I need to find out some things. How long will you be here?"
"Tonight is the interview, I promised my kids I'd take them to 'Back to the Future' tomorrow, so the day after tomorrow. If you want, I can swing by your place tomorrow before heading to the show. Does that work for you?"
"That would be perfect," Scarlett thanked her.
Her gaze returned to her daughter, who was laughing with Gwyneth's children. With Gwyneth's help, she could establish a more direct contact with Iratxe's mother and gather more information that might assist June.
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