The community college classroom smelled like floor wax and old heating, which in Pennsylvania was basically the smell of a Tuesday in November.

Samantha Burke sat in the third row, second seat from the window, with a thermos of black coffee and a worksheet on basic economics she could have done in her sleep. She did it awake anyway. Sleep was something you negotiated for, not something you took. Lily was at the community center downstairs. Two years old. Red-haired like Samantha's mother, quiet like her father, who existed in...
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