He’s being smothered. A horror swims up through my chest and I jolt awake. I’ve rolled onto the baby, and—I feel around, just us?—but the nightmare fist does not open. “Wake up,” I say, as I push my hands into my husband. “I can’t breathe.” “Wh-a. .
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