All the women my widowed father dated disappeared overnight – so I asked my friend to go out with him.

On the contrary, I remembered how defensive he became when I questioned him about his dates.

I left Rachel in front of her office and went straight to my father’s house.

He replied wearing an old sweatshirt and slippers.

Her hair was messy and dark circles marked her eyes.

“Rachel didn’t answer me,” he said. “Did I do something wrong?”

The pain in her voice seemed genuine.

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