The school called. “Your daughter hasn’t been pick…

Lily’s bedroom door most of the way, leaving a crack of hall light the way she liked.

Then I went to my own room and got into bed.

And for the first time in five years, I slept.

Deeply.

Completely.

Without dream or dread.

The nightmare was over.

The life that remained was mine.

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