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Heather and I were sitting there at the table, hands curled around cups of coffee with homemade pumpkin spice, my feet kicked up in her purple chair when he came running in from the living room, sock feet slipping on the floor, out of breath, eyes wild. And he buried his face so deep in her shoulder that I wasn’t sure he could even hear her questions. “What’s going on? Are you… Read More