The smell of her hair—cheap apple shampoo and the distinct scent of the outdoors
The smell of her hair—cheap apple shampoo and the distinct scent of the outdoors—hit me like a physical blow. It was a sensory detail no AI could clone, no scammer could replicate. This was my daughter. “Mom, it hurts, you’re squeezing too tight,” Grace whimpered, her small hands clutching at the fabric of my coat….