“Alright Livy,” my father came to my bedroom door and tried not to look at the empty closet or the bare shelves and tabletop. “We have the last of your things packed in a moving van. Your suitcases are in the trunk of Rex’s car.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” I said as I took one last look around. “Do you think I will be able to come back for a visit?”

“You will always be welcome, but I think any visits would best be held at the palace, for your own ...