In the conference room, I drank water and looked at the trees through the window until my breathing settled.

I had once believed that being good at my job meant never being shaken.

Now I understood that recognizing when I needed a break was also part of doing it well.

After my shift I picked Lily up from Rachel’s apartment.

She had made a poster showing three things she liked about our temporary home: Aunt Rachel’s pancakes, the view of the park, and the fact that the living room window caught the sunset.

“Can we put this in our new house?” she asked.