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That Friday, desperate for a break, Rose and I decided to have dinner out. Just a short meal to feel normal again.
Claire agreed to stay with Zoey for a few hours. She asked that Beau be kept in the laundry room, behind a baby gate. We agreed.
“Derek!” she shouted through the line, her voice frantic. “Beau went crazy! He tried to attack me when I picked up Zoey!”
Zoey’s cries echoed in the background. Rose was already out of her seat, grabbing her coat.
We sped home in silence, hearts pounding.
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