“Henrietta’s our only daughter, our baby girl.” I stalled my knife for a little while, then began chopping more slowly. I listened carefully for his words, despite the fact that I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears, the sound of child’s laughter coming from inside. “She’s got three brothers who would drop anything to be there for her, but she’s independent as hell and has a stubborn streak to match. She’s fiercely loyal, unendingly kind, and if you take her to a baseball field, she’s got a swing that won’t quit.”
