We still live in that little apartment, and you know what? It’s perfect. Boring, safe, predictable. The kind of boring I used to take for granted before I learned that some people’s normal includes breaking into other people’s houses for fun.
My daughter sleeps through the night now. No more mysterious sounds from below, no more reason to be afraid of what might be lurking in the dark corners of our home.
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