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The baby’s cry hit me before I even opened the front door. Sharp. Panicked. The kind of sound that cuts straight through your bones.
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I dropped my keys in the hallway and ran.
Our living room looked like disaster pretending to be domestic life. A pot had boiled over in the kitchen. Half-folded laundry covered the floor. Baby bottles stood across the counter like evidence in a courtroom. And on the sofa, my wife, Clara, lay completely still, one arm hanging limp, her skin pale as paper.
Nearby, my mother sat at the dining table, eating.