I looked down at my phone screen, my body trembling all over. I read the text message over and over, trying to understand what the hell is going on. There's only one person that calls me by that nickname, and he's supposed to be dead. So who is this person?
Is it possible that he is not dead? No!! I saw it. Mom showed me the CCTV footage, I saw his car burn to ashes. He's gone! He's buried six feet under in a town far away from here. Maybe it's a prank text from children. How would they know the nickname my father has been calling me since birth?
There's only one way to find out exactly what's going on. My finger hovered over the dial button, battling with my conscience and my fear of whether I should press it or not. I looked up at the ceiling in defeat, wondering what would happen if he's actually alive.
I pressed my phone to my ear, waiting for it to connect on the other end. I waited eagerly to hear that voice that has always comforted me in the past.
