But when we got home, she was shocked—she never made that call. Her phone showed no record of it, though mine did. A strange unease filled the house.
Then, my mom got another call—from my dad’s number. But he’d passed away three years ago.
We started noticing strange things: voices that weren’t ours, photos turned backward, and no one sleeping well. A friend suggested these might be grief echoes—energies left behind by sudden loss.
Later, I found a letter from Dad saying, “If anything happens to me, I’ll always try to protect you.” That same day, a man was arrested outside Santi’s school, trying to lure kids away—just minutes after I had picked him up.
If I hadn’t gone when I did…
Maybe that call wasn’t a glitch. Maybe it was him, still looking out for us.
The strange events stopped after that. And while I don’t have proof, I believe:
Love doesn’t end with death.
Some bonds are unbreakable.
And sometimes, protection comes in the form of a call that was never supposed to happen.
