The train was on time. She got a seat by the window. Forty minutes to her stop. She kept thinking about the meeting — whether the slide she'd changed at midnight still made sense, whether anyone would ask about the number that didn't reconcile. Her stomach did its thing. She checked her email. She checked it again. She opened the slide on her phone and read it. It sounded wrong. She read it again. It sounded less wrong or more wrong, she couldn't tell. She put the phone away. Two minutes later she got it out.
