A month ago, that sentence would have started a war. Today, I just looked at the backpack by the door and then back at her. I realized that "getting back to normal" was a lie we both were telling. This—this slow, messy, terrifyingly honest moment—is the new normal.
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The world outside is still moving at a hundred miles an hour, ringing bells and demanding attendance. But inside these four walls, for the first time in thirty days, the air is finally clear enough to breathe. We aren't at the finish line, but we’ve stopped running in the wrong direction. But inside these four walls, for the first