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

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a quiet game,” I murmured. “Secret agent rules.”

He nodded without understanding, his face pressed into my neck, and I carried him downstairs where the air was cooler and the house felt wrong—too silent, holding its breath the way buildings do when they know something the people inside them haven’t figured out yet.

In the back guest room, I eased him continue reading …

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