My suitcase was still by the door. My jacket hadn’t even left my shoulders.
And the house was… wrong.
No running footsteps.
No laughter.
No “Daddy, you’re back!”
Just silence.
Then I heard her.
“Dad… please don’t be mad.”
Her voice came from …
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