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The headset crackled with a familiar voice. I leaned closer to the drive-thru window and laughed—my dad hated fast food. “Well, that’s a first,” I joked. I packed his order myself, trying to make it perfect. But when his beat-up…

The headset crackled with a familiar voice, one that ended every sentence with that unmistakable high pitch. I leaned toward the drive-thru window, a massive grin spreading across my face. “Well, that’s a first,” I joked, knowing my dad hated…

The heavy oak door to our main barn was standing ajar, swaying slightly in the morning breeze. My heart hammered against my ribs because I knew for a fact I had bolted it shut the night before. I took a…