The first six of those visits were terrible.

Daisy would not go to him.

She sat at a small table with the supervisor between them and drew, and did not look up, and after forty minutes I would collect her from the other room and she would not talk in the car.

On the seventh, she showed him a drawing.

That took four months.

Supervision came off at fourteen months on the therapist’s recommendation, and he now has alternate weekends, and he has never once been late, and he has never once brought his parents within a mile of her, and he has told me — in the flat administrative tone we now use with each other — that he does not intend to.