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Cassie’s waitressing shift began at six a.m. and Dan Sutton was in the habit of getting out of bed before her each morning. When Cassie emerged from the bedroom dressed for work, her skin looked pale and her eyes somewhat puffy due to the early-morning hour. Dan had coffee, a plate of scrambled eggs, and a toasted bagel waiting for her. For himself he had only coffee. She nodded thanks. He knew it would take a few sips before she’d trust herself to talk. She joined him at the small oak table that sat outside their apartment’s galley kitchen. The