The world was a place of controlled variables and predictable outcomes. Or at least, that’s what Ada believed it to be. She had spent a decade molding herself into a person of absolute discipline, a woman whose life was a series of meticulously planned events. Her schedule was a finely tuned instrument, her hands a miracle of steadiness, and her mind a fortress of logic. But on this particular Tuesday morning, the world, in all its chaotic glory, was pushing back.