The Hardest Job In The World

Silvia rolls up to Sofie's place — a house that doubles as a drop-off zoo for kids. Sofie swings the door open with a smile, waves her in, and they clear a landslide of plastic dinosaurs off the couch before sitting. 'Welcome to my corner office,' Sofie jokes. Silvia cracks a half-laugh but her shoulders stay tight. Sofie thanks her for coming early; she likes sizing up every parent before the kid swap. Small talk starts easy: Silvia says her girl can't shut up about daycare. Sofie grins, says the kid's a sweetheart and keeps the whole gig worth it. Still, she clocks the worry lines on Silvia's face. 'You good?' Silvia blurts it out — single mom, everything piling up. Sofie nods; she gets it, she's flying solo too. Something shifts, quick little spark in the air. Sofie leans in and drops the advice straight: carve out time for yourself, and for fuck's sake, get laid; nothing unwinds a woman faster. Then she offers to be the cure, and Silvia bites her lip, nods. Solid plan.