THERESA
Early in the morning, I kicked all the layers of sheets and blankets off me. My body was drenched in sweat. For a second, I had to remind myself that it was, in fact, the middle of winter, and I hadn’t suddenly overslept several months and found myself waking on an uncharacteristically hot day in the middle of July.
When I unlocked my phone, I was greeted by the unwelcome alert I dreaded from my period tracking app every month. “Ovulation.” I groaned into my pillow, and then whispered a prayer of thanks to Artemis that it was a day that most people would be out of the packhouse for the continuing sunrise festival and I was unlikely to be bothered. For once, something was going right. I just had to make it through today without incident and I’d be golden. By the time ovulation rol
