Every frantic text and panicked voicemail was a data point in a very expensive lesson. Without me to catch the small mishaps, the day was collapsing under its own weight. David was scrambling to find emergency daycare; Lisa was juggling work calls while trying to navigate a kitchen she barely understood.
They were finally facing the whirlwind alone. The “steady presence” they took for granted was gone, and for the first time, they were seeing the true cost of “nothing.”
