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I remained silent and realized I hadn't heard from my dad since I'd gone to the beach. It had been a week, and I hadn't heard anything from him. I felt guilty for acting like a bad daughter by not calling my father, who was probably waiting for my call every day.

"No, I haven't heard from him since we came to the beach," I admitted quietly.

Ethan audibly sighed and didn't say anything more. I found his question about my father quite strange, and I couldn't help but wonder why he would ask that.

I decided to dismiss it for now as Ethan bobbed his head to the music, seemingly absorbed in it and the road.

I was dying inside when I realized which song was playing. It was my favorite song, well, one of my many favorites, but this one was definitely high on my list.

I clenched my fists to resist the urge to sing, but I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back. I took a deep breath and turned up the volume so my voice would blend in with the singer's.

I loved that song. Before starting the next