Pajamas Won’t Save You from the Sins of Your Past

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“The coyotes are having a party again,” Erica said.

Clint looked up from his laptop’s glow and turned his head toward their bedroom window.

Yipping and barking, peppered with an occasional brief howl, echoed from the hills beyond their property.

Clint turned back to his wife — playing a game on her phone — and said, “I’m having…