At 3 a.m., I jolted awake when I heard my daughter’s bedroom door click open.
Emma stood in the doorway, her eyes burning with the intensity of a mother’s wrath. Mark was frozen, halfway to Lily’s bed, and the look of surprise on his face was almost comical—almost, if the reality of the situation hadn’t been so dire. Lily’s wide eyes darted between her parents, searching for assurance or escape….
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