The intervention began, as most things did in this household, with a PowerPoint presentation.
Sophie had been planning it for approximately three weeks—ever since she had reviewed Kevin's documentation of Lucas and Vivian's first official date and realized, with the sudden clarity of someone connecting two data points that had been staring her in the face for years, that Kevin had never once documented anything about his own romantic life. Not a single entry. Not a single spreadsheet. Not a single decibel reading from a date, because Kevin had never been on a date, because Kevin had never expressed interest in dating, because Kevin spent approximately ninety-seven percent of his waking hours documenting other people's emotional development and the remaining three percent stress-cooking gourmet meals that he labeled as inventory samples and left in the office refrigerator for people who would never know he had made them.
