At 6:17 a.m., the first sound wasn’t my alarm.
It was a crack—sharp and wrong—like the morning itself had snapped.
I bolted upright in bed, heart thundering, still half trapped in a dream where my ex-wife’s lawyer was reading off numbers I didn’t have and mistakes I couldn’t undo. For a second I didn’t know where I was. Then the …
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