She nodded.

“That’s closer.”

When I arrived for my scheduled visit the next afternoon, Mason was waiting by the door with his shoes in the wrong feet.

Bryce had hidden a toy truck inside the laundry basket, and Hazel was proudly holding a drawing with three enormous circles and a purple line through the middle.

“Daddy,” she said, “family.”

Megan watched me kneel to admire it.

I didn’t ask who each circle represented.