A Fox Arrived At Our Door With A Note Around Its Neck — The Signature Changed My Life Forever

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No.

I wasn’t.

That note had ripped open a wound I had spent twenty years trying to bury.

When my father disappeared, I spent months waiting by windows.

Years searching crowds.

Years imagining impossible reunions.

Then eventually I taught myself not to think about him.

“You never talk about him,” Ben said softly.

I swallowed.

“Because it still hurts.”

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