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My thoughts drifted to places from my past. I remembered a man, smiling, holding out his hand. I felt safe and know this is an earlier memory of my father. Pain quickly filled the space where the memory has resided moments earlier. My father’s disappearance and my failed attempts to discover the truth reminded me of the dull ache that never left the place around my heart.