The Call at 6:30 A.M.
My sister called at exactly 6:30 a.m.
“Dad died last night.”
I fwly, I looked across the kitchen.
Dad was sitting just three feet away from me—calmly drinking my coffee and eating my bacon.
My hands started shaking.
I whispered, “Dad…?”
He looked up at me and smiled.
That was when I realized something was terribly wrong.
The truth behind that phone call was something I never could have imagined…
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