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A Christmas card with a stamp from somewhere I’d never been.

When the girls were 12, he called.

“I want to reconnect, Noah. I’ve been thinking.”

“Thinking about what, exactly?”

“About them and being a dad.”

I held the phone so tightly that my hand cramped.

When the girls were 12, he called.

“You want to be a dad, you get on a plane. You don’t think about continue reading …