It was a Sunday afternoon in April, the kind of calm, gentle Easter I had grown used to after retiring. Inside my small suburban home, the air carried the rich aroma of slow-roasted ham mixed with the light, sweet scent of daffodils blooming just outside the kitchen window. I sat at my modest dining table, sipping black coffee, expecting a call from my daughter, Lily, later that day to wish me a happy holiday.
At exactly 1:04 PM, my phone rang. The screen showed Lily’s name. A warm, fatherly smile appeared on my face
I answered. “Happy Easter, sweetheart,” I said, my voice soft and full of affection.
But what came through the phone wasn’t a cheerful reply.
“Dad… oh my god… please…”
Lily’s voice was broken, terrified, almost unrecognizable—shattered by uneven, tear-filled sobs.
“Lily? Honey, what’s wrong?” I asked, my tone instantly changing as the calm of my afternoon vanished, replaced by a cold wave of fear.
“Please come get me,” Lily managed to say. “He… he hit me again, Dad. It’s bad this time…”
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