The bedroom door clicked shut behind her, a seal between her and the rest of the world. The weight of the office, of the courtroom, of Carlos's pointed complaints about the pension — all of it dissolved the moment her phone screen lit up.

She didn't bother to change out of her tailored suit. She simply sank onto the edge of her bed, elbows on her knees, and let her thumbs move.

Then she watched as it flickered to read. And the typing indicator began to dance.