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I crossed them off the calendar in the hallway where the girls could see. They’d squeal every morning.
“How many more, Mommy?”
But the night before we were due to leave, everything started coming undone.
My husband came home late that day.
I heard the front door open.
Then something clattered against the wall. Heavy. Unsteady.
When I walked into the hallway, he was standing there on crutches.
His leg was in a cast!
For a second, my brain just… stopped.
“What happened?” I asked.
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