For eighteen years, Allie lived as a widow — raising her daughter, Susie, with quiet strength and an ache that never faded. Everyone believed her husband, Charles, had died in a car crash just days after their baby’s birth. The casket was sealed, his mother handled the arrangements, and Allie never saw the body. Life became a slow rhythm of loss and endurance — until the night she heard Susie whisper into the phone, “I miss you too, Dad.”
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