At 11:11 PM he recalled:
That day things seemed to pivot. Emotional momentum shifting. Palindromic.
Fastforward to the night before last: her phone on the ground. What do the neighbors think? was it all numerological phooey?
Not sure what to hope any more, she flys away daily for a week to work. He and the babe learn to sleep alone. No surprise is a surprise and there’s evil to be rid of that weighs on them. he prays it be erased.
The babe crawls up to the rim of her crib and cries for mama on the monitor so he takes her on his shoulder and wraps her tight. She goes down easy enough and he retires to another dreamless night.
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