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The blinds were cracked just enough to let in a slice of early morning light. Barbara lay curled on the couch, one foot poking out from under the throw blanket, hair a hopeless mess. Biscuit was nestled at her hip, tiny snores puffing into the pillow like secret steam.
Her phone, facedown on the coffee table, buzzed once.
Then again.
She groaned, rolled over, and grabbed it without opening her eyes. Her thumb hovered, then tapped FaceTime.
It rang twice.
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