My Father’s Midnight Call Saved Us—But I Wish I’d Never Looked Out the Window

to bury under design reviews and school pickups and the ordinary, deliberate architecture of a life that was supposed to be finished with danger.

His breath came in short, controlled bursts. “Are you at the house?”

“Yeah. I’m in bed. What’s going on?”

“Listen to me. Lock every exterior door. Kill every light. Take Jay to the guest room in back. Now.”

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