The reporter flipped her pencil on the desk as she chatted with the officer who updated her on the crime beat.
"Nothing much today," the officer said. "Just one death."
"Tell me," she said.
The reporter's pencil fell, and her heart filled with dread when she heard her father's name.
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My inspiration for this story is a reporter who confronts the death of her father while on the job.