He froze, disbelief coursing through him like a chilling wind. Staring at the glowing screen, he hesitated, his heart pounding loudly in his chest. How could this be? His mind raced, trying to make sense of the impossible: a message from his own phone, the one he believed lost forever in the chaos of the past few days.
Finally, with trembling fingers, he opened the message. “I miss you both. Tell our daughter I love her,” it read. The words were simple, yet they struck him like a bolt of lightning, igniting a mix of emotions that defied description. He could feel his wife’s presence, almost hear her voice, and his heart ached with the longing to hold her one more time.
Tears welled up as he thought of the only explanation that made sense in his grief-stricken mind: the phone he had misplaced must have been accidentally left in his wife’s coffin. How, he pondered, had it turned on? Was it a strange coincidence or something beyond comprehension, something he couldn’t quite accept yet couldn’t dismiss?
