I should go back to sleep, but between my concern for whatever emergency pulled Cal away and the nagging pull of unfinished work, I find my mind is on fire. I make a pot of tea and pull on the sweatpants I had imagined wearing before…well, before tonight went off the rails.

Snuggled into Cal’s shirt, I grab my laptop and nestle into the couch. Before I left the office, I determined that the bulk of my clients were at the same investment level and approximately ...