I was halfway through Diane’s favorite bedtime story — The Adventures of Princess Helena — when she shifted under the covers, her little forehead creasing with thought.

“Renzy?”

“Hmm?” I looked up from the page.

“I forgot to ask the chef for a quick night snack. I’ll be right back.”

My brow furrowed. “Now? Sweetie, it’s almost bedtime. Want me to come with you?”

She shook her head quickly, eyes glinting with mischief more than innocence. “Nope. I got ...