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JULIA
She’d been home a month. The first minute nearly stumbling, so eager was she to get through the door; Julia had promised herself she’d be calm, steady, and nonhysterical, but as the car approached the driveway her anticipation was so great that she feared she might vomit. Entering the nursery, she’d scooped Emily into her arms. Kissing her on her head, her hands, her feet, her cheeks, until finally – perhaps due to the overstimulation – Emily burst into tears.
As Emily wailed, Charlie had come into the room. He gave Julia a kiss on the cheek, which after a second she returned. That night, as she sat before her computer and entered Charlie’s name, she wondered what God Mode would yield. She had divided the potential outcomes into two categories:
My wife knows, this is over, thi
