Lena ambushed Emma in her office on a Wednesday afternoon.
"You're joining a mom group," she announced, dropping a flyer on Emma's desk.
Emma looked up from her laptop. "I'm what?"
"A mom group. Meets every Thursday at ten AM in the park. Other moms, babies, adult conversation that doesn't involve quarterly reports." Lena crossed her arms. "You're going."
"I don't have time for—"
"You're going," Lena repeated. "Emma, you work sixty hours a week, you come home to a baby, and your only adult interactions are board meetings and conference calls. You need friends who understand what you're going through."
"I have friends."
"You have me and James. That's not enough." Lena softened slightly. "Please. Just try it once. If you hate it, I'll never mention it again."
Emma sighed. "Fine. One
