The word hit me like a bolt, freezing me in place.In an instant, I leaped up, snatched the card from her hands, and warily scanned the room.Despite the silence around us, my pulse refused to slow. My hands tightened on her arms."Ouch!" Stephanie cried out. "Dad, you're hurting me!""Quiet!" I snapped, terror overwhelming me.My second wife, Florence, rushed out of the bedroom, alarmed by the noise. She pulled Stephanie into her arms and glared at me. "Have you lost your mind? Why are you scaring her?"Sweat beading on my skin, I stammered, "Did you hear what she called me?"Before Florence could respond, Stephanie sobbed, "Why can't I call you that? Aren't I your daughter? The kids at school say I'm not."I tried to explain, but words died in my throat. I'd lost three children before, all dying moments after calling me Dad.Each death was different. My eldest child convulsed, foaming at the mouth; my second collapsed, unconscious.They all died instantly, and autopsies rev
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