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

to gray. I had kept her contact saved in my phone for over a year. I hadn’t been able to bring myself to delete it, to erase that digital heartbeat, even though I knew the physical heart it belonged to had stopped beating.

My knees buckled. I sat down heavily on the porch steps, the wood cool against my trembling legs.

“That’s impossible,” I muttered,continue reading …