Once upon a time there were three princesses who, due to tragic fate, were living in squalor in a cabin deep in an enchanted forest, and had no idea they were princesses. It all happened like this.

When I first met Paige in the summer of 2017, I didn't see any more than another legal file crossing my desk, one of hundreds that had done so throughout my years of law practice. Like a slow-budding flower, however, I soon began to recognize that fate had crossed my path with that of a remarkable woman in the middle of a grueling, life altering, experience.

It’s the wafting scent of donuts from Conroy’s Bakery that forever reminds me of Helen Wilson. There was almost no traffic on the street as I walked the few blocks from my freshman college dorm through the Nebraska wintery cold to clear my head.

It was a mother's worst nightmare. I had forgotten my 5-yr-old daughter’s most precious possession. We always had Teddy in the car—to kindergarten, from kindergarten, to karate, to the doctor's office, to church.