A Call From Seven Years Later

On our wedding day I waited to become his bride, and my groom died.

For a whole month after that, I cried myself through every single day.

In a daze, I accidentally dialed his secret messenger account.

He'd hardly ever used that account, but I'd gotten into the habit of talking my longing into it.

The line rang for two seconds, and the video call connected.

The face on the screen wasn't Simon Weiss. It was a little boy, seven or eight years old.

“Are you looking for my daddy?”

His bright little face beamed. He held up a fancy greeting card, showing it off to me in a crisp, eager voice.