“She’s strong and a good mom.”
“I don’t want to interfere, change anything, or ruin her life,” I whispered. “I just want to see her. I’m happy she’s alive.
That’s all.”
A week passed before I heard anything again. I didn’t call Luke, though I saved his number. I didn’t want to push.
I figured if she truly didn’t want me in her life, I had to respect that — even if it tore me apart.
But I left my phone on loud every night, just in case.
Then one evening, I had already turned in when I woke up to my phone’s screen lit up, ringing. It was an unknown number.
I froze.
A voicemail appeared before I could answer. I figured the phone must have been ringing for a while.
I listened, holding my breath.
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