May 9, 2019

Snow hits the windshield wipers on an April night. The passenger seat is warm. 

I turn to my husband Jake.

“Remember those nightmares in which I couldn’t find my voice to yell for help? Startled and gasping, I would wake myself up? I haven’t had one of those in a long ti...

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