The next challenge wasn’t some big drama.
It just showed up as the same old routine.
Evelyn started to feel like all the days were running together. Drop the kids at school. Work, work, work. Dinner at six. Baths at seven-thirty. Bedtime stories. Lights out.
The life she'd worked so hard for had become comfortable—maybe too comfortable. Comfort, she was finding out, could be just as much work as chaos.
She loved her life. She really did. But love doesn’t mean things are always easy.
One Thursday afternoon, after shutting her laptop and stretching, she felt restless. Not unhappy or sorry about anything. Just… hungry for something more. Something to get her moving. Something to challenge her. Something she couldn't quite name.
She shook it off and went to help Sophie with homework, tel
