the clients that I’ve met with to push their work back and back and back
 
 because of Michelle’s scheduling.”
 
 “I think it’s just that you’re too nice. You pretend that you’re not, like
 
 you’re all about the work, but secretly, deep down, you genuinely care.”
 
 “It’s not that secret,” Christina said, but she was buzzing inside. Taylor
 
 noticed things. She noticed without even having to be told. It was unnerving
 
 at first, the way that Taylor could see straight through all that shielding
 
 Christina used, but after spending so much time together, she’d grown used
 
 to it.
 
 “Okay, well, call me on the weekend if you have
 
 time. Or text me. We
 
 could talk at least. I do have to go into work a few times, just to check in.
 
 I’m going to take Chloe with me. She loves it there, but I don’t want her to
 
 be underfoot. I just want to make sure everything is going okay.”
 
 “Sounds good. Have fun. I’m really sorry again.”
 
 “It’s okay,” Taylor said after a long pause, but she was still
 
 disappointed, and she still couldn’t pretend that she wasn’t.
 
 “I’ll call. I promise. I really am looking forward to getting my life back.
 
 And I’ll talk to Michelle. I promise.”
 
 “Okay. I hope you get everything done. Try not to go insane.”
 
 “Thanks.”
 
 They hung up awkwardly. They were not near the point of exchanging
 
 words of endearment to begin or end a call. Christina found it hard to
 
 express her emotions like that, and Taylor, who was freer and easier with
 
 things like that, still wasn’t there. She probably didn’t want to scare
 
 Christina off. They showed their affection in other ways, when they were
 
 with each other.
 
 Christina went back to staring at the folders. It was one of the first times
 
 in her life where she could honestly recall hating that she had to be at work.
 
 Sure, there’d been moments when she didn’t like it or wanted to be doing