The following morning, I called my longtime attorney, Daniel Ruiz, and asked him for a referral to someone who had never represented my family.

I wanted a lawyer for the facts and a family counselor for the people.

Daniel gave me three names and cautioned that my first priority should be consent, not confrontation.

At eleven, Elena sent a photograph of a letter.

The header carried the name Calloway Holdings, and the signature was that of Harold Keene, the company’s former general counsel.

It stated that I had “elected not to pursue any further personal relationship” and referred to a proposed payment in exchange for confidentiality.

I knew the firm’s stationery.