My Husband Locked Our Phones in His Toolbox Before Friday Dinner—Then My Son Collapsed After Three Bites
Rain tapped the window.
My phone was upstairs because I had left it upstairs.
Choice.
I laughed.
Finished dinner.
That distinction became the theme of my second life.
Choice.
I could leave my phone in another room.
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