
Prologue
“Mommy. I keep all of my magic in my heart. Is that where you keep yours?”
I am sitting with my girl across my lap on the dense, cozy rug in front of our couch. It is mid-afternoon and I have picked her up early from her after school program so that she can have the just-Mommy-and-Rory time she had asked for this morning on our drive to school…