“Start with this one.”

I knew it was just a diaper bag, now used for snacks and spare mittens, but I carried it carefully as though it mattered more than my briefcase.

That evening, a photograph of us appeared on a local social media account.

Someone had recognized me and taken a picture at the museum.

I called my public relations manager, suddenly angry, ready to demand the post be removed by any means available.

Raymond stopped me.