The first visit took place at a family resource center with a playroom, a small garden, and staff trained to support introductions that might be difficult.

Eva drove us, and the children brought a bag of toys they had selected themselves.

Callum was already there.

He wore an ordinary blue shirt instead of the expensive suits I remembered and sat beside a low table looking entirely too tall for the tiny chair.

Jude approached first.

“This is Brontosaurus,” he announced, holding up a green plastic dinosaur.

Callum smiled nervously. “Hello, Brontosaurus.”