Chapter 7: Her Voice Again
He inserted the flash drive and pressed play.
The screen flickered, then filled with shaky phone footage. First Angie smiling from a passenger seat. Then Angie in a hoodie at a gas station.
And when her voice came through, bright and painfully alive, it hit harder than the cemetery.
“My mom misses Benji every day. And I know he matters because he was Dad’s dog too. So I’m going to find him somehow. Even if it takes forever.”
My hand flew to my mouth.
A girl beside me whispered, “Angie didn’t want to tell you in case she couldn’t bring him back.”
There were more clips.
Each one opened another part of my daughter’s secret life.
In one, Angie laughed with her friends, open and full-throated in a way I hadn’t seen at home in months.
In another, she knelt beside a handmade poster with Benji’s old photo taped to the center. Continue Reading ⬇️
