My Husband Locked Our Phones in His Toolbox Before Friday Dinner—Then My Son Collapsed After Three Bites
He looked down.
“I was trying to stay awake.”
I took his hand.
“You don’t have to remember everything right now.”
Noah whispered:
“I counted.”
“What?”
“The microwave clock.”
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