“Mommy?” said the quiet voice on the other end of the phone.
Kara dropped into her chair, her legs suddenly weak. The tears came immediately as she cradled the receiver with both hands.
It was the first time she’d heard the voice in over a year. Ever since the accident. Ever since she buried her daughter a week before her ninth birthday.
Kara remembered the online ad, remembered sending over the digital files. She never thought the company would make good on their promise.
“Can you hear me?” she whispered.
Kara could. She just wasn’t sure if she wanted to.
The Weekday One Hundred 