
My D.ead Son Called Me at 3-47 AM-Dad, I’m Cold…
PART 2: A knock. Soft. Hesitant. And through the wood, muffled but unmistakable, a voice whispered, “Dad.” My hand shook so badly I could barely grip the lock. I slid …
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