“Are you still fixating on that budget?” he asked quietly, looking over my shoulder at the columns of figures.

“I’m doing the work you should have done with me three months ago, Peter,” I answered without lifting my eyes from the calculator.

“I see you called the hospital billing office,” he said, pointing at the notes in the margin.

“They froze our debt for ninety days while we apply for financial help, and my manager approved twenty hours a week of remote work from home so we won’t have to pay for infant daycare,” I told him flatly.

Peter rubbed his stubbly jaw and stared at the figures with a doubtful frown.