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day, I stopped calling. I didn’t know what else to do. The house felt emptier than ever, every room echoing with memories: his laughter, his footsteps, his voice calling out “Dad.”
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Then my phone rang. It was my neighbor, urgency sharp in her tone.
“Come quickly,” she said. “There’s someone sitting on your front porch. He’s been there for hours.”
