Whatever happened in the conference rooms, I wanted our daughter’s life to include more butterflies than affidavits.

PART 13

My first weekend in Boston had a schedule drawn up by Elena: breakfast with Willa on Saturday, a walk to the science museum, and a short afternoon visit Sunday.

I booked a hotel near their neighborhood rather than proposing some glamorous excursion.

Elena explained that Willa had been asking whether I owned an airplane, a zoo, or a castle.

I told her the answers were no, no, and definitely no.