He had expected one defeated woman to step through the door.

Instead he met four children who had been loved every day of their lives.

The helicopter had made people look up.

The documents had made people reconsider what they’d been told.

The trust had protected interests William had wanted examined.

None of those things, by themselves, made us a family.

We already were one.

I looked around the table at Noah, Ethan, Sophia, and Olivia, and at the empty chair where Margaret would sit on her next visit.