Call for Help
Call for Help A Short Story By Maryanne Peters I could hear the distress in her voice, my little Hannah: "Help Daddy. Mommy is really sick. Please come." A heart-rending call for help. "I can't do that sweetie," I explained. "Daddy is not allowed to be with you without the special 'yes' that I told you about, remember?" "Please Daddy, please," she said. I could hear Melody crying in the background. The sound of both of my children in distress was too hard to stand. What...