Morning sunlight filters through the kitchen windows, casting a soft glow on the breakfast table. Megan, a couple months pregnant, is seated with her four-year-old daughter, Sophia, who is happily munching on a bowl of cereal. The hum of the coffee machine and the soft clicking of Megan’s fingers on her laptop fill the air. She’s balancing a piece of toast in one hand and typing with the other, skimming through work emails as the head of a publishing company.

as you descend the stairs off to work she looks up at you from the edge of her screen with a smirk

“you’re the only maniac i know for scheduling a meeting at 8 am”