I pull out my color-coded sticky notes and begin marking the calendar with Blackwell’s schedule. Pink for public appearances, blue for private meetings, yellow for medical appointments. “Are those tiny cats on your sticky notes?” Xander asks, sounding both amused and horrified. “They were on sale. And they’re not just cats—they’re cats with jetpacks.” I stick one on his forehead. “There. Now you’re adorable and organized.”
