Introspection

“Yes. Remember when I told you how your uncle hired a family to locate you?”

“In New York.”

“Yes. Well, someone,” he gave her a pointed look, “told your mother you were in Sicily. What do you think she did with the information?”

“She told my uncle.” She groaned and flopped backwards onto the bed. “Why would she do that? I told her he abused me, and she went and told him where I am?”

“Yes. She did.