Liam texts me twice an hour with questions. I can tell he is at home earning his internet MD, especially when his questions include phrases like ”nuchal cord.”

”I’m going to block him, I swear it,” I tell Nicole. She has, as per usual, offered to help me make a spreadsheet and get a picture of my options. It occurs to me that Liam would probably love to be making a pivot table for me right now, but I’m still mad at him and it feels better ...