She'd been hunting for a period tracker for weeks. One wanted her email. One pinged her three times a day. One showed her an ad for prenatal vitamins. One's privacy policy was sixteen scrolls long. By the seventh, she'd gone back to a paper notebook.
So I built Dew. A quiet place for the days that are yours. Calendar, widgets, Live Activity, partner profiles — all on her iPhone. No account, no ads. No one — not even us — can see it.
Made by a boy, for the girl he loves.