The text shattered our Sunday ritual in five quiet words. No explanation. No smiley face. Just a door slammed by phone. We drove over anyway, rehearsing every worst-case scenario in silence. The porch light was on. The house was too still. And then we walked into the kitchen and saw a man sitting where Dad used to si… Continues…
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