I Never Deleted My Late Daughter’s Number—Then It Called Me in the Middle of the Night

it is a distortion of reality. It makes us desperate for signs. It makes us turn accidents into divine messages and coincidences into miracles. It plays with our minds, offering us a glimpse of heaven only to pull the curtain back and show us the cold, hard gears of life.

Helen wasn’t coming back. There would be no secret messages, no calls from the continue reading …