My Daughter Had Passed Away… But Her Contact Number Called Me at 3 A.M

her finger trembling as much as mine had.

“Dad… that’s not my number.”

I blinked, the logic failing to connect. “What? That’s your contact. That’s your name.”

“No,” she whispered, her gaze meeting mine, and I saw a reflection of the terror that had been simmering in my own marrow. “Look at the number at the top, Dad. That’s not mine.”

I looked. My vision continue reading …