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“Well, Emma was being difficult.”

I hung up.

That night, after Emma finally slept, I sat at the kitchen table with my laptop open. Outside, the backyard lights were gone. The grass still had a faint brown patch near the garage where Emma had fallen. I stared at it through the window until my eyes burned.

Then I remembered something.

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