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Shay

September 22nd, seven years ago

“H

ow’s Dad today?” I ask in a whisper, quietly shutting the door behind me.

Mom bows her head. It’s brief, but the quick movement speaks volumes. She’s steeling herself to share bad news. “He wants to talk to you.”

I put my purse on the foyer table. “He’s awake?”

“Yes. Go on in.”

But I don’t want to. I already know. I can hear it in her voice