“Love you too, my Amy Wamy.”
She giggled before I hung up, my hands shaking. My thoughts were racing. Dave had never given me a reason to doubt he could safely care for Amy, but clearly something had happened.
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I grabbed my keys and made up my mind—I was heading to his house immediately.
When I arrived and knocked, I expected Dave to answer. Instead, a woman I had never seen before opened the door. She looked at me with curiosity mixed with annoyance. “Can I help you?” she asked sharply.
“I’m here to pick up my daughter,” I said, keeping my voice even. “Is Dave home?”
“He’s just gone out to run some quick errands,” she replied, crossing her arms. “But Amy’s inside. Who are you?”
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