Quiet can be a person disappearing in her own kitchen.”

I looked around the kitchen.

I had disappeared in it more than once, rinsing glasses while Luca returned Wendy’s calls, nodding while he explained that his mother needed reassurance, folding that need into our week until there was no room left for mine.

I would not disappear there again.

Work came back in careful pieces.

My firm already knew I was on leave.

They did not know the rest until they needed to.

When the partnership committee later asked whether the public filings would distract from client work, I said the filings were a private matter handled by counsel and that my caseload would be clean.

It was.

I reviewed two fraud files from home while Leo slept on my chest, marking discrepancies with the same patience I had used on Luca’s transfers.