One afternoon we ran into a woman who had known Brenda at a neighborhood event.

She asked in front of Hailey whether things were “back to normal.”

I looked at my daughter and saw her shoulders tighten.

“We’re doing well, thank you,” I said.

“We don’t discuss private family matters in front of Hailey.”

The woman apologized.

Afterward, Hailey squeezed my hand.

“I liked that,” she said.