Victoria closed her laptop with a soft click and stretched her arms above her head, the silk of her blouse pulling taut across her shoulders. She looked genuinely pleased, the kind of satisfied expression that only came after a stretch of work that had gone better than expected.

“I’ve been thinking,” she said, turning toward the living room where Elena sat curled on one end of the couch and Marcus occupied the armchair with a glass of whiskey. “We should start protecting more evenings. Actual family time. No phones, no emails, no disappearing into separate rooms. Just the three of us. Dinner, maybe a movie or a game, the way...