"Hello, son," his father greeted warmly, the familiar timbre of his voice easing some of Edwards' tension. "How are you?"
"I'm fine, Dad. How are you and Mom faring?" Edwards asked, his voice steady but tinged with the anxiety of what he was about to reveal.
His father chuckled softly. "We're doing well, son. Your mother's out at the moment, running errands as usual. But she's good."
There was a brief pause, and Edwards felt the words catch in his throat. This wasn't an ordinary call, and the gravity of it weighed heavily on him. He took a deep breath, steeling himself before speaking. "Dad, I have something important to tell you. I have a son… with my wife, Annabelle. I found her."
