It was an ordinary evening. The kind where routines flow almost unnoticed.
Dinner was finished, our daughter was playing quietly in the living room, and my husband was scrolling through his phone, the soft hum of notifications filling the background.
I settled on the couch with my own device, half-watching a show…
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It was an ordinary evening. The kind where routines flow almost unnoticed.
Dinner was finished, our daughter was playing quietly in the living room, and my husband was scrolling through his phone, the soft hum of notifications filling the background.
I settled on the couch with my own device, half-watching a show…