At 3:17 A.M., Police Told Me My Husband Was Dead—But He Was Sleeping Beside Me
When it happens, I usually turn toward Daniel.
Sometimes he is asleep.
Sometimes not.
Once he opened one eye.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“You checking which husband you got?”
I hit him with a pillow.
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