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The darkness that night contained three things: a wife in Atlanta, a husband in Afghanistan, and an agreement that was to hold them together forever. In Atlanta, after Cass turned off her lamp, she paused. The darkness was always there, always waiting for the light to go out. When the hand of the alarm clock she and Ethan had bought together ticked to the next second, she lay down and pulled the thin spring covers over her shoulders all the way up to her neck. Underneath the darkness was where she slept; it was where we all slept. A phone ringing in the middle of the night didn’t so much break the darkness as become the sound of it.