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The call came during my lunch break, right when I’d started convincing myself I was doing okay.

Not good. Not healed. Not anything close to whole.

Just… functioning.

I was sitting in my truck outside the sandwich shop, one hand resting on the steering wheel, the other holding a half-eaten turkey club I’d already lost interest in. The radio hummed low—a sports host yelling about a trade that didn’t matter—but I kept it on because silence had teeth these days.

Ever since Sarah died, silence wasn’t empty.

It was loud.

It was memories.

It was her voice in rooms she’d never stand in again.

My phone buzzed against the cup holder.

The screen read: RIVERSIDE ELEMENTARY.

For a second, my brain reached for normal explanations.

Permission slip.
Missed signature.
Reminder about picture day.

Normal parent stuff.

Stuff that still felt unreal since becoming a widower at thirty-seven.

I answered with my mouth full.

“This is Mr. Holloway,” I said..

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