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

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I stepped to the window.

The neighbor’s security floodlight threw a harsh white cone across our backyard, and in that light, framed by the master bedroom window on the second floor, I saw my wife.

Not in pajamas. Not in the soft sweater she wore to bed.

Kirsten stood in black tactical gear that fit her body like it had been tailored for exactly continue reading …