Saturday morning I awoke with a gasp to the sound of coughing. Two small croaks emanated from my daughterβs room, but in the moment of liminal thrashing, in that electric second between catatonia and adrenaline, I envisioned something else entirely. My pre-dawn psychosis told me the coughs were retches, that my daughter was pβ¦
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