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Between the Sheets
It emerged suddenly. 4:16 a.m. An urgent call unable to wait till waking hours when disrupters routinely kill. Through the blackness I reach for my phone and respond with a glaring buzz of haptic feedback, interrupting the stillness in my bedroom. “Something wrong with the kids?” my husband whispers, spooning tighter. “No,” I say. But …