At 3 a.m., a barefoot little girl knocked on our door—what brought her there alone left us completely speechless

the same horror reflected in both our eyes.

“And your dad?” David asked, his voice tighter than I had heard in years.

The little girl lowered her head, her small fists tightening around the teddy bear.

“Dad… Dad’s gone.”

“She left last night,” she continued softly. “She said she’d come back, but she didn’t.”

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