At 3 A.M., my neighbor pounded on my door and told me to pack a bag. I thought she was panicking — until she said one sentence that changed everything.
The pounding came at 3:07 a.m. Not a courteous knock. Not the hesitant tap of someone dealing with a dead battery or a misdelivered package. It was sharp, rapid, urgent enough to cut through sleep and jolt me upright before I was fully conscious. My husband, Aaron, murmured beside me and turned over. Our daughter, … Read more