After I Died, My Daughter Dialed His Number

Five years after my death, my daughter, Emma, dialed Xander Green’s number.

She cautiously asked, "Do you like my mom?"

She was trying to get an answer to the question I once wrote in my diary. "Xander, do you like me?"

Unexpectedly, the voice on the other end sneered, "Did your mom put you up to this? Using her own daughter like a pawn? What an unfaithful woman! She’s already with your dad, yet still trying to rekindle things with me?"