Claire Bennett had just rejected another birthday dinner invitation when a little girl stepped in front of the park bench and stared at her like she already knew the truth.
“Are you sad?” Claire’s thumb froze over her phone. She was thirty-five years old that day, the youngest chief executive her family’s regional communications company had ever had, and she had spent the entire morning being congratulated by people who needed something from her. Not one of them had asked that question. The girl couldn’t…
