Daria's POV.

 

The second those words came from Maive's lips, Harriet stopped moving in my arms.

 

It wasn't the quiet of a child falling asleep. It was more like she had frozen in place like a statue. Her head turned, slow and steady, until her eyes met Maive across the room. There was something in that look I had never seen on my daughter before something searching, the way a person looks when they catch someone in a lie they didn't realize they were telling.

 

"Harriet?" I said her name like a question because at that moment I wasn't sure who was staring back at me.

 

Maive didn't move either....