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my daughter to give in.

An hour passed.

The sun lowered. The lights began to glow. Someone opened a bag of marshmallows for the fire pit. I remember thinking, foolishly, that the worst part had passed.

Then Emma went inside to use the bathroom.

Brooklyn waited maybe thirty seconds.

I saw her from across the yard. She walked to the garage, looked back once,continue reading …