to find you,” he continued.

“Trying?”

“He’s very ill.”

I stared at him.

“How ill?”

“His doctors believe he has very little time.”

I nearly shut the door anyway.

Then David said the one thing I’d spent most of my childhood imagining.

“His last wish is to see his daughter.”

Two days later, I stood outside a house that looked like it belonged in a magazine.

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