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I was putting my 5-year-old son to bed when he pointed under it and whispered “Why does auntie crawl out from here every time you go on a business trip?” I immediately did one thing. The next day, three ambulances arrived…I was putting my 5-year-old son to bed when he pointed under it and whispered “Why does auntie crawl out from here every time you go on a business trip?” I immediately did one thing. The next day, three ambulances arrived…

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stand up, he grabbed the sleeve of my sweater.

“Mom?”

“Yes?”

His eyes shifted toward the dark space beneath the bed.

“Why does Auntie crawl out from there whenever you go on a business trip?”

For a second I thought I had heard him wrong.

“What did you say?”

Noah pointed again, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret.

“Auntie. Daddy’s sister. She comes out continue reading …

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