My Daughter Died Two Years Ago – Last Week the School Called to Say She Was in the Principal’s Office

“What happened? What’s wrong?”

“That’s impossible.”

“It’s Grace,” I whispered. “She’s at her old school.”

Instead of telling me I was imagining things, he went pale. Truly pale.

He picked up the phone and hung up quickly.

“It’s a scam. AI voice cloning. People can fake anything now. Don’t go there.”

“But whoever it was knew her name. The person on the phone sounded like her, Neil.”

“It’s a scam. AI voice cloning.”

“Obituaries are public. Social media exists. Anyone could pull that information.”

When I grabbed my keys from the hook by the door, Neil stepped in front of me.

“Babe, you can’t go,” he said, panic flashing across his face. “Please.”

“Please what, Neil? My hands were shaking, but my voice wasn’t. “If she’s dead, why are you afraid of a ghost unless she isn’t one?”