The bell above the glass door jingled as Laura pulled it open, holding it for her daughter to step through. Kelly’s sneakers squeaked faintly on the polished wood floor, the air cool and faintly scented with something floral—maybe the vase of lilies on the front desk, maybe the perfume of the woman behind it. “Hi there,” the woman said, smiling in a way that was almost cinematic. She was tall and raven-haired, with captiv...