“I like airplanes,” Sophie said, her words tumbling out in a breathless, eager rush.

“I colored a picture of a horse in the terminal.

The horse has sparkly shoes and lives in Denver.”

Caldwell sneered at her.

“I don’t care about your coloring books.”

I leaned forward and put my arm across Sophie’s chest, forming a barrier between them.

“My daughter just told you she was quiet,” I said.

“You won’t speak to her again.”