I printed the cover sheet, stamped it with the day’s date, and set the delivery deadline for four o’clock Thursday.

Sophie sat across from me at the little Formica kitchen table, twisting her gray stuffed rabbit’s ears between her fingers.

Our scheduled two-hour visit had twenty minutes left, and her pink travel bag was sitting by the coat rack.

“Daddy put blue curtains in my room at the house,” Sophie said softly, looking down at her paper plate.

“Do you like them, sweetie?” I asked gently.

“They’re okay,” Sophie said, folding the rabbit’s ears flat.