I’m not a liar, so I do try to adhere to some of Neil’s schedule. I set my alarm and wake up when the schedule dictates. Mia is stirring by then, so it’s no big ask to take her into the kitchen for feeding time.
Steven is already there when I enter, eating a bowl of cereal. “Hi, Chloe. Hi, Mia.”
“Hello, Steven,” I say. Mia makes some nonsense noises.
I set Mia into her bouncy chair and go to her special fridge to begin to prepare her morning formula. As I work, Steven turns on his chair to look at me.
“So how are your classes going?” he asks.
I haven’t forgotten that I need to ask him for more help, but with everything going on, the opportunity never seemed to arise. Now, being asked so directly, I just feel embarrassed.
“I’m still having a bit of trouble,” I tell him.
He hums. “May
