“Is it the baby?” Jake’s voice changes with superhuman speed. Gone is the jokey casual, laid-back Carrero; instead, I get that serious tone. He sounds very much like a ‘bossy asshole of New York, ’ and I instantly calm, knowing this version of him will be the one who gets here.

“Just come home. She needs you.” I have no clue what else to say. Lost in my anxiety and panic that she might drop a baby at any second, I am so not equipped to deal with this kind of shit. Emma is ...