My name is Megan Walsh, and I live in Ohio—close enough to my parents that they’ve always acted like my life is still theirs to edit. Christmas Eve was supposed to be simple. I’d promised my son we’d keep our little rituals: cocoa, the same dumb movie, laughing at the same jokes like it’s the first time. But I took an extra shift at the hospital so a younger nurse could travel home. By the time I got off, my hands smelled like sanitizer and my brain felt like static. When I walked in, my son was

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