Laughing.
Touching…
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Yet—
We had seen them.
Seventeen men.
Tall.
Muscular.
Real.
“Play it again,” Dad said, his voice low.
I did.
Same thing.
No men.
Just Mom… alone.
Acting like she was welcoming invisible guests.
A chill crawled up my spine.
“Daddy…” I whispered, “we’re not crazy, right?”
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