"I'm looking for Sophia," Eliana deliberately changing her voice.

From the boyish tone, she guessed it was little Tommy.

'He must be eight or nine now,' Eliana wondered how tall he'd grown.

"What do you want with my mom? She's making dinner. Who are you?" the boy asked.

"Could you get your mom for me? I have something important to tell her."

"Oh, okay."

Thomas walked to the kitchen, holding the phone out to his ...