Every night, my brother’s new wife dragged her pillow into my room and insisted on sleeping in the middle of the bed, right between my husband and me. “I’m scared of the bad dreams,” she whispered.

Every night, my brother’s new wife dragged her pillow into my room and insisted on sleeping in the middle of the bed, right between my husband and me. “I’m scared of the bad dreams,” she whispered.
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