One morning in September, I crept down the stairs and was greeted with an unfamiliar sound: nothing at all.
Our babysitter had just pulled out of the driveway, both kids in tow, en route to the playground. My husband was at work. I stood there in the kitchen, equal parts electrified and off-kilter. For the first time in months, I was home alone.
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