I Erased My Dad’s Final Voicemail Without Listening — Then I Learned He Died Waiting for Me
Seventeen Missed Calls When my phone buzzed for the seventeenth time in three days, I didn’t even flinch. The screen lit up with the same contact it always had: Dad. I didn’t answer. I didn’t listen to the voicemail. I just swiped it away like I’d done with the other sixteen. It wasn’t spite. Not…