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

blood rushing away from my extremities. I knew there had to be a logical explanation. I knew the phone company had given this number to someone else. But grief doesn’t care about logic; grief is a wild, untamed beast that feeds on the absence of answers.

I pressed “Call.”

My thumb tapped the button before my brain could stop it. The phone rang. Once.continue reading …