I Found My High School Diary While Cleaning Out My Late Dad’s House—And Discovered He Wasn’t Who I Thought He Was
“I Heard You” – A Daughter’s Goodbye I hadn’t spoken to my father in six years when the phone rang. “Cara, I’m sorry,” said a soft, unfamiliar voice. It was Greta, the lawyer handling his estate. “Your father passed away in his sleep. Someone needs to take care of the house.” I didn’t cry. I didn’t feel like screaming or curling into a ball. I just stared at my phone in silence long after the call ended. Not because I was heartbroken. Not because I was shocked. But because, deep