With astonishing grace, Flávia settled in beside us. At first she said nothing. She didn’t try to touch me.

She simply sat there on the cold floor, elegant posture completely abandoned, knees drawn up, dress rumpled any which way. For the first time since I had known her, Flávia was not the businesswoman, not the hotel owner, not the powerful woman. She was just… someone who had come to find me under a table.

“We’re playing hide-and-seek,” Jimi announced. “My mommy is hiding from ...