One where a notification could wait because my daughter’s science project mattered too.

EPILOGUE — IT WAS JUST WATER

The water glass tipped on a Sunday afternoon.

Emily caught the cereal box before it fell, but water moved across the kitchen table toward her cardboard planets.

“Saturn!”

“I’ve got him.”

I grabbed the dish towel.

She lifted the planet.

The taped ring sagged.

“Sorry.”