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“Hello, daughter…”
The voice and word settled deep. I opened my mouth, then stopped, because suddenly, I didn’t know what to say.
My fingers tightened around the phone. Morrison said something, my name, I think. But it sounded very far away.
“Hello,” I finally spoke into the phone.
There was a pause on the other end. Then the woman exhaled lightly like she had been trying to reach me for a long time.
In that moment, I felt everything and nothing.
“Finally,” she said, “I have been trying to—”
The air felt thick. I was already sweating at the back of my neck.
“Who is this?” I asked.
Morrison had gone completely still beside me. I could feel all his attention shift fully to me. The woman didn’t answer immediately.
“You don’t recognize my voice?” the woman said.
There was som
