right. She had a daughter? A school-aged kid? Taylor couldn’t be more than
 
 twenty-five or twenty-six herself. “Don’t you have someone who could
 
 watch her?” Christina finally forced out the tactless question.
 
 Taylor rolled her eyes. “Not exactly. I didn’t grow up here. My family
 
 lives an hour away. Although, that is an idea. I could call my parents and
 
 see if they’ll watch her. They’re right in the middle of harvest though, so
 
 that’s probably a no-go. Maybe— I do have a friend who might be able to
 
 do it, but it would depend on if they’ve had it and if their son has had it.”
 
 “Don’t most people want their kids to catch it so that they have it young
 
 and not when they’re old?”
 
 “Uh— I don’t know. Anyway, I have to go get her. I’m taking the rest of
 
 the day off. You want to be here and help out? Make sure everyone knows
 
 that if they haven’t been vaccinated or had it, then they can’t come here for
 
 the week. Even if I found somewhere for Chloe to go during the day while
 
 I’m here working, I’d still have been around her and I might transfer it or
 
 something. I don’t know how it works, but I do have to be here, and I’m not
 
 willing to risk endangering someone else.”
 
 “It’s just chicken pox. Not the plague.”
 
 “That’s not cool.” Taylor crossed her arms. “Just let everyone know.
 
 And for a week. Make sure they know that. I don’t want people to have to
 
 go home, but I can’t take the time off. I need to be here supervising and
 
 getting things done.”
 
 Christina could see that Taylor’s mind was already made up. She was
 
 worried about her daughter, that much was clear, and she was digging her
 
 heels in. She probably wasn’t thinking clearly— since there wouldn’t be
 
 any harm in her working from home, doing calls and taking care of
 
 marketing details and all the things that didn’t require her to be at the
 
 building. Christina could have told Taylor that, but she also figured that
 
 Taylor had spent every minute of every single day at the building since
 
 she’d got the keys, and for her, taking a week off, letting someone else run