I thought the ER would treat my lungs, but the real wound was my daughter’s silence. Then a voicemail proved she didn’t “forget” me—she erased me, and I realized I’d been living inside a plan to remove me.

tried again, and the dizziness stayed. I told myself it was dehydration or a cold. Still, I called Emily—partly for a ride, partly because I hadn’t heard her voice in too long.
She answered after five rings, sounding annoyed like I’d interrupted her real life.
“You don’t sound good,” she said.
“I’m probably fine,” I lied. “Just lightheaded.”
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