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Every evening, I would watch this little girl from my window. She was always there, a small, petite figure no older than five standing by the window, her tiny hand waving at me. Her eyes, fixed on mine, held an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. Who was she? What did she want from me?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I turned to my wife, Sandy, who was curled up on the couch with a book. \u201cBabe, she\u2019s there again. The girl I told you about.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sandy looked up, her brow furrowed. \u201cThe one who\u2019s always waving at you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I nodded, feeling a pang of sorrow. \u201cYeah. There\u2019s something\u2026 I don\u2019t know. Something in her eyes. It\u2019s like she\u2019s trying to tell me something.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sandy set her book aside and joined me at the window. \u201cOh, Arnie,\u201d she said softly, placing a hand on my shoulder. \u201cMaybe she\u2019s just a lonely kid. Have you tried waving back?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I shook my head, my eyes still fixed on the little figure across the street. \u201cNo, I can\u2019t explain it, Sandy. It feels like more than that. Like she\u2019s calling out to me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sandy\u2019s grip on my shoulder tightened. \u201cHoney, you\u2019re scaring me a little. It\u2019s just a kid waving. Don\u2019t read too much into it, okay?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I tore my gaze away from the window and forced a smile. \u201cYou\u2019re right. I\u2019m probably just overthinking things.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As I pulled the curtains shut, I couldn\u2019t shake the feeling that I was turning my back on something important.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That night, sleep eluded me, my dreams haunted by the image of the little girl crying out for help.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDon\u2019t leave me,\u201d she sobbed in my dreams. \u201cPlease, don\u2019t go.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I woke up in a cold sweat, Sandy\u2019s concerned face hovering over me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cArnie? Are you okay? You were talking in your sleep.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I sat up, my heart racing. \u201cI\u2026 I don\u2019t know. That girl. She was in my dreams. She was crying.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sandy\u2019s eyes widened with worry. \u201cMaybe we should talk to someone about this. A therapist, maybe?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I shook my head. \u201cNo, I think I need to do something. I can\u2019t keep ignoring this.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At the break of dawn, I woke up exhausted. My head was pounding from last night\u2019s nightmares. The aroma of freshly made pancakes wafted up from the kitchen, but even the promise of my favorite breakfast did little to lift my spirits.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I trudged downstairs, where Sandy greeted me with a steaming cup of tea and a plate of golden pancakes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cRough night?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I nodded, taking a sip of the hot tea. \u201cYeah, couldn\u2019t shake off those dreams.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As I finished my breakfast, I was drawn to the window again. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the little girl standing there. She waved at me the moment our eyes met.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her tiny outstretched hand seemed to pull me towards her like a moth drawn to a flame.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I set down my cup with a clatter. \u201cThat\u2019s it. I\u2019m going to talk to her parents. I can\u2019t take this anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sandy\u2019s eyes widened. \u201cArnie, are you sure about this?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I nodded, my eyes fixed on the building across the street. \u201cI have to know, Sandy. I can\u2019t explain it, but\u2026 I feel like she needs me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sandy came up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist. \u201cJust be careful, okay? And call me if anything feels off.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I turned and kissed her forehead. \u201cI will. I promise.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The walk across the street felt like the longest journey of my life. My heart pounded in my chest as I approached the building, my palms sweaty as I pressed the buzzer for the apartment I\u2019d seen the girl in so many times.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There was a long pause, and then a woman\u2019s voice crackled through the intercom. \u201cYes? Who is it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHi, I\u2019m Arnold from across the street. I wanted to talk to you about your daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Another pause, longer this time. Then, the door buzzed open.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A woman stood in the doorway. My heart stopped the moment I saw her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cJULIETTE?\u201d I whispered, hardly believing my eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She nodded, her eyes glistening with tears. \u201cHello, Arnie. It\u2019s been a long time.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Before I could respond, a small figure appeared behind Juliette. The little girl. She looked up at me, her eyes wide and hopeful.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDADDY?!\u201d she chirped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I felt like I was on a boat in a storm. I gripped the doorframe to steady myself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat did she say?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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