My wife’s boss was ruining our lives with his 6 a.m. calls, so I suggested she give him a taste of his own medicine. Our late-night revenge call set off a chain of events that would either save our sanity or destroy her career — and our peaceful mornings hung in the balance.I woke up early, determined to surprise Mira with breakfast. The smell of coffee filled our small apartment as I mixed pancake batter, humming softly to myself. As I flipped the first golden disk onto a plate, I heard Mira padding into the kitchen. She wrapped her arms around me from behind, and I turned to plant a kiss on her forehead.