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for the emergency key in the hall drawer. My hands fumbled as I unlocked the door.
I Spent Two Weeks in the Hospital, and My Husband Never Visited Me Once – When I Finally Came Home and Opened the Front Door, I Stood There Staring in Disbelief
“Mikayla? I brought the ziti! Is Rowan… wait, what’s happening?”
I didn’t answer. I threw open the bedroom door. Mom followed, casserole dish in hand, her eyes wide.
