At midnight, the phone split the darkness. I lurched upright, heart ricocheting in my ribs. “Hello?” My voice was a thread.
The suburban streets outside Boston glowed with the honeyed light of an October morning. From my kitchen, the scent of pancakes rose warm and familiar, butter hissing as it met the skillet. Behind me, the clock ticked in an easy rhythm; ahead of me, my nine-year-old, Ethan, hovered at the edge of his chair, brim […]
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