After applying her medication, Giselle Lambert attempted to get out of bed to freshen up, but was quickly scooped up into Henry Jefferson’s arms and carried to the bathroom, where he gently set her on the cold marble countertop.

The chill from the marble made Giselle pause and think about climbing down, but Henry’s hand firmly prevented her from moving.

“Stay put, I’ll brush your teeth.”

Pushing him lightly, Giselle’s tone was less than pleased: “I have hands, ...