From that night on, whenever the wind moved through the shrubs or headlights swept across the lawn, my heart still skipped for a second, yet I no longer felt alone in the uncertainty because I knew the man beside me had been fighting for us all along.
My husband woke me up in the middle of the night. “Get up. Into the yard. Now.” We hid in the bushes in our pajamas, and when I saw who was entering the house, my hands began to tremble.
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