I have the launch presentation at nine.

If I don’t get four hours of sleep, I’m going to blow the meeting with Alan Vance.”

I stared at him, my left thumb grinding hard against my wedding band.

“Are you telling me your slide deck matters more than your daughter’s fever?”

“That’s not what I said!” Ethan ran his free hand through his hair, wrinkling the edges of his collar.

“I’m saying maybe we give her another dose of medicine and wait twenty minutes to see if it comes down.”