Danny and I sat slumped against each other on a white couch, facing the wall of windows that looked out at the sea. Our daughter was finally asleep. Finally. Lucy was only 3 then, still not sleeping through the night. Ever. That would take another year and a half to happen. And sitting with her, soothing her, reading to her, and waiting for her to give …
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