During my first month in the new apartment, I often woke in the middle of the night.
My phone was silent, yet I still reached for it, afraid I had missed a change to Nathan's flight or a meeting that needed to be rescheduled at the last minute.
Once, I woke so abruptly that I knocked over the glass of water on my nightstand.
As I sat on the floor wiping up the water, I suddenly realized that no one needed an answer from me in the middle of the night anymore.
I should have felt relieved.
Instead, I sat there hugging my knees for a long time, unsettled by the silence of the room.
The next day at work, I copied one formula incorrectly in the project cost sheet.
My direct supervisor, Alan Brooks, pointed it out in a matter-of-fact tone. "Fix it before this afternoon and keep going with
