The school called. “Your daughter hasn’t been pick…

from the same number twice.

Never leaving a message worth hearing.

The first few times, my hands shook.

Then they didn’t.

That day, I looked at the screen, at his name, at my daughter laughing with frosting on her cheek, and felt absolutely nothing.

“Who is it, Mommy?” she asked.

I looked at her.

“No one important, honey.”

Then I pressed decline.

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