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over her father’s patience.
My thumb hovered over the call button.
Then I pressed it.
Three rings. Then a cough came through the line, deep and familiar and older than I remembered.
“Eleanor?”
Just my name. Just his voice.
And the wall I’d spent three years building inside myself cracked straight down the middle.
“Dad,” I whispered. “I was wrong.”
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