My husband pushed me down the stairs, and as I lay shattered at the bottom, my mother-in-law called my father and said, “Come get your worthless daughter and take her back.” Dad gave her only one warning: “If she has so much as a scratch, your family will answer for it.” They laughed at him because they had absolutely no idea who my father truly was.

The printer jammed before lunch.

Someone showed me a spreadsheet with formulas so tangled that I nearly laughed aloud.

I fixed one problem, then another.

At five, I shut down my computer and left for home.

Lily met me at the door.

“Did you do good work?” she asked.

“I think so.”

“Did your boss give you a sticker?”