PART 2
“Morning, Vanessa.”
Two words. That was all it took.
Grant’s laugh broke off in the middle, like someone had yanked the cord out of a radio.
The turn signal kept clicking. Click. Click. Click.
“For a dead man,” Dad went on, in the calm, even voice he used to use on salesmen who tried to overcharge him at the hardware store, “I have to say, the bacon is excellent. Natalie always did make it better than your mother. Don’t tell her I said that.”
Silence.
Then Vanessa, very small: “Dad?”
“That’s right.”
“That’s—that’s not—” Her voice climbed. “Natalie, what is this? Is this a recording? Is this one of those AI voice things? Because that is sick. That is genuinely sick.”
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