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“Look, I want to be sure Abby is okay. She just had a baby, and she doesn’t sleep very well when I’m gone. She was a little out of it after the baby was born, as if she was in a living nightmare. I’ve only seen her like that two other times, and each time I was able to wake her, but this time was different.…”
Mary-Margaret rested her slender hand on Eric’s arm. “Stop, please.” She lifted her hand away and then yanked a dishtowel from one of the white kitchen drawers. They stood in a typical box-like military home on base, with three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living room, and a kitchen. She handed him a checkered blue dish towel. “Here, make yourself useful. Dry these for me. I’ve got only an hour, and then the kids are going to flood through the front door as if there’s an army on the
