Wednesday began like most of my mornings: coffee, a quick glance in the mirror to confirm I was still fabulous, and an inbox I assumed would behave.
There are three things nobody should receive from Augustus Evans before nine in the morning. A revised deadline. A performance evaluation. And anything containing the word preliminary.
The subject line read: Pregnancy Planning — Preliminary Reference.
I opened the attachment anyway. I am nothing if not brave.
It was a spreadsheet. Of course it was. Multiple tabs, a summary dashboard, a color scheme I could only describe as aggressively calm. The first tab: Prenatal Timeline. The second: Medical Appointments. The third: Nutrition & Wellness.
I scrolled. Past the dashboard, past a pivot table I hadn't known could be applied to a trimester, down toward row ninety.
Good heavens. The man had built a project management system for my uterus.
