Stepping through the door, Nadia came forward to help me with my bag, a small smile curling on her lips. “How was it?” she asked once the bag was in her hands. Her excitement was evident in her question; she could not hide it I remember her words clearly; she would stop at nothing to make me talk. I had so much fun with the kids, but today wasn't the day for that story—not right now.

“How about I tell you when I’m back from work tomorrow? It’ll be the perfect time after dinner,” ...