“Emma, do you literally have every second of your life planned on this calendar?” Regan asked, gesturing to the poster board-size calendar next to her. Every single day was written for the month, with Emma’s clear and concise writing listing everything she did. Holy shit. “Do you know that we have the internet? You could do this in a magic little app on your phone and have it with you all of the time.”
Shut up Regan
