She cried harder, finally letting herself feel the exhaustion she'd been pushing through.
Adrian found us like that an hour later, Luna asleep against my chest, both of us tear-stained.
"Is she okay?" he whispered.
"She's burning out. Taking on too much, refusing to delegate, carrying responsibility that's too heavy." I shifted slightly, trying not to wake her. "We need to intervene. Force her to reduce her schedule."
"She won't like that."
"I don't care. She's one year old and working eighty-hour weeks. That stops now." I looked at our sleeping daughter, so small and fragile despite everything she'd accomplished. "Call an emergency meeting with her instructors. We're restructuring her teaching program. She supervises, others execute."
Over the next week, we reorganized the Coalition
