I feel a little woozy, but also hungry so I’m counting down the seconds until I can eat again once my glucose levels go down. My head throbs from the stress. I keep waiting for Emma and Nicole to come through with the Maryjane they mentioned, but so far, this pow-wow is all spreadsheets and hugs from Emma’s kids.

”Ok, so, this is what I’ve got.” Nicole props up the screen of her laptop so I can see all the red, bolded numbers she’s gathered ...