No one discussed custody.
No one discussed lawyers.
No one discussed money.
It was the least efficient morning of my adult life.
It might also have been the most important.
Later, while the twins built a tower with wooden blocks, Daniel asked me to step onto the back porch.
Snow had begun falling lightly.
He closed the door behind us.
For a moment we simply stood there.
Then he said, “Cass never told me how hard she tried to reach you.”
I turned.
“What?”
“I knew about some calls. I
