The phone rang while my newborn daughter slept on my chest, her tiny fist clutching the edge of my hospital gown.
On the screen was a name I had erased half a year ago but never truly left behind: Daniel.
I picked up without thinking.
“Emily,” he said, voice smooth and self-satisfied. “Hope this isn’t a bad time.”
I glanced …
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