“And then we couldn’t stop laughing,” my husband added, wiping his eyes.

The rush of relief hit me so hard my knees went weak. I sank onto the edge of the bed, half laughing, half fighting tears.

“You almost gave me a heart attack,” I said, pressing a hand to my chest.

My sister slid closer and nudged my shoulder. “You should’ve seen your face.”

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