The smell of food swirls around me as Allie bites into a slice of pizza and sinks further into the mound of pillows she’s put together behind us. The white robe makes her look like a child. So small and full of wonder it melts my heart. I glance back at the TV and continue to flip through the primetime cable options. I swear the only thing keeping cable companies in business are resorts and old people.

Allie sits up abruptly. “Wait, go back.”

I flip back a channel to a man ...