Day 46/366

Gen took in a deep breath and whispered a quick prayer, "Father, no matter what, help me deal."  She pushed up and the heavy metal door rolled up and out of the way.

The unit had no inner illumination, and the darkness of the interior combined with the brightness of the late morning sun blinded her.  She blinked a few times, then entered the unit.

Gen didn't know what to expect when she found her dad's storage unit.  But there was no way she could have anticipated the actual discovery.  The metal container was empty...

...except for the wooden stool resting in the center of the cement floor.  Hesitant steps brought her close enough to see something perched on the seat.

A black cellphone.  And a handwritten note that read "call me."

The same phone she now held in her trembling hand.

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