At exactly 7 a.m., someone yanked the blanket off me.
I was deep asleep—my first real rest in weeks. Saturday was my only day off after working nonstop all week, and I had planned to sleep until at least ten.
But instead, I woke up to my husband standing over the bed.
He didn’t say good morning.
He didn’t ask …
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