He stared at me for a second too long. “Real ones?”
“I don’t know yet.” I tried to smile, though the room had suddenly started to tilt in that strange way pain can make it tilt. “Maybe. Can you grab my phone? I want to start timing them.”
He shut his laptop with a snap. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
I blinked. “What?”
“I had a terrible day, Harper.”