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called.
His name appeared on my screen for the first time in two years.
I stared at it until Melissa noticed.
“You don’t have to answer,” she said.
“I know.”
But I did.
“Hello.”
No greeting. No warmth. No acknowledgment of time, silence, or hurt.
“Your brother tells me you’ve done well for yourself,” my father said. “Your mother and I would like to come see continue reading …
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