Johnny was sprawled on the bed that he and Savannah used too share. He swore he could still smell her on the pillows, the blankets, as though it were just yesterday. 

He was holding a piece of paper between his fingers. Had been holding it for the better part of an hour now, just staring at it. Staring at the name and the number. He knew what Savannah had gifted him with but how was he supposed to go about it?

Chalking up the nerve, he flipped open his cell and punched in the numbers, listening quietly as he heard a soft, female voice pick up on the other end.

"Storm? This is...Johnny, your father."

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[ETA: Thread with Savannah gets NWS]