I Returned For Thanksgiving To Find My Parents Gone—And My Father Waiting

you Monday.”

And then the screen went black.

Call ended.

The silence that rushed back into the room was deafening.

The sweet piano music was gone. The drunken laughter was gone. All that was left was the sound of the wind outside and the ragged, dying breaths of the man they had thrown away like garbage.

I stared at my phone.

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