"I don't know what to do," Mindy says, shoulders lifting into a shrug. Where it Josh or Casey or anyone else, she'd do what she always does. Take a handful of heartache days, order enough food for a small army and listen to the Les Mis soundtrack on repeat.

This isn't that, and there's no way she can take heartache days when a third of her practice just disappeared.

That and, well, the baby. There's basically no time to be sad, but she's pretty sure she's going to, anyway. She'll just have to work around it. In spite of it. She squeezes Elle's hand and closes her eyes for a second, trying to remember how to breathe. "This is Leo," she says slowly. "Danny and my son... apparently."