How quickly the heart hunkers down for the worst, like the day the whole east coast braces for a category 4 and you’re just digging candle stubs from the kitchen junk drawer when the school nurse calls to say your daughter’s gone partially blind in math class, her right arm dead, and by the time you drive her to the pediatric ER, one stump-numb hand pressed like a sick child to her breast,
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