My alarm went off at 6:30am. Another seemingly normal day. I got up, made breakfast, and went to Lily’s room to wake her up for school. I knocked - no answer. Sigh. I loved my daughter, but she could sleep through a hurricane while it ripped off the roof. She’d gotten it from her mother. (We’d lost Carlie to cancer three years ago; since then, it had just been Lily and me.) But I needed her to get