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I was chopping vegetables when my four-year-old daughter

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hurt on his face is immediate.

Diane whispers, “See? Melissa has turned her against you.”

Andrew closes his eyes.

For once, he does not answer her.

My phone vibrates again in my hand. Not a call. A notification.

From our apartment door camera.

Motion detected.

I freeze.

Andrew sees my face.

“What is it?”

I open the app with one thumb.

The feed loads.

Our hallway continue reading …

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