By August, Kassie had settled into a rhythm that felt sustainable for the first time since Emma’s birth. Her photography business was thriving again—word-of-mouth referrals from satisfied clients had kept her booked solid through the summer, and she’d even hired an assistant to help with editing and scheduling.
“Mama work,” Emma announced from her high chair, pointing toward Kassie’s camera bag with the authority of a nineteen-month-old who had strong opinions about everything.
“That’s right, baby. Mama has to work today.” Kassie kissed the top of Emma’s head, breathing in the sweet scent of baby shampoo mixed with the lingering smell of the banana Emma had mashed into her hair during breakfast.
“Nana!” Emma clapped her hands excitedly, recognizing the routine.
The front door banged op
