My Daughter Whispered Into the Landline—And I Was Shaken
When my daughter whispered, “I miss you, Dad,” into the landline, the world I rebuilt cracked down the middle. Her father, Victor, had been gone for eighteen years—or so I believed. He was supposed to have d.i.3.d in a sudden car crash just two weeks after Mara was born. One moment he hugged me goodbye…
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