My excitement grows as I get closer to home. I can’t wait to surprise the girls with the rest of the day off. Traffic cooperates, and I make it home in record time. I drum my fingers against my slacks as I wait for the elevator to climb the last five floors. I have no idea what we will do this afternoon—spending quality time with my two girls grows more important as spring training draws near.

Upon entering, I find the front room and kitchen vacant. The door to Madison’s office ...