We restarted it.
Then it worked again.
At the time, neither of us thought anything of it.
Now Dad did.
He called his carrier.
The conversation took twenty-three minutes.
When it ended, his expression was unreadable.
“What happened?”
“Someone tried to move my number to another device yesterday.”
My skin prickled.
“Can Vanessa do that?”
“She’s listed as an authorized contact on one old family account.”
Dad stared down at the phone.
“I forgot she was still on it.”
The request had failed because of an additional verification step.
But it explained the temporary service interruption.
And suddenly the fake death call felt different.
It was no longer just cruelty.
Someone had been checking the funeral contract.
Someone had contacted Dad’s attorney.
Someone had tried to interfere with his phone.
And Vanessa had called me before sunrise to tell me he was dead while she and Grant were driving toward his house.
Dad stood.
