At work, my colleagues knew only what they needed to know.

The personal story had drawn attention because of the helicopter and Daniel’s rank, but my professional responsibilities didn’t stop just because my family had become complicated.

Lena found me one afternoon reviewing a case file long after most of the building had emptied.

“You’re doing that thing again,” she said.

“What thing?”

“Trying to solve every problem by organizing more paper.”

I gave her a tired smile.