I wrapped both arms around her and pressed my chin to the top of her head.

“You did nothing wrong,” I said in a low, even voice.

I looked up at Caldwell.

He was settling into his seat, completely ignoring the little girl he had just knocked over.

He straightened the crease in his trousers and brushed lint off his lapel.

He didn’t offer a single word of apology.

He just tapped his silver wristwatch against the plastic tray table in front of him.

I listened to Sophie crying into my collar.