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My father’s voice softened. “Do you want me there?”
I looked at the door Daniel had walked through hours earlier.
Then I looked at my son.
“Yes,” I said. “In the morning.”
“I’ll be there.”
When the call ended, I held Ethan close and watched the first pale hint of dawn touch the hospital window.
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