David Morrison was jolted awake by 18 missed calls and a chilling text from his daughter Rebecca: “Dad, help! Come fast!!” He raced to her apartment in a panic—only to find her safe and confused. She hadn’t texted him.

The message had come from Amy’s number—David’s other daughter who had died in a car crash over a year ago. Her number had been disconnected, but somehow… it had sent that message.

Then came another text: “I am still waiting. Where are you?”

David called the number. A tearful young woman answered. Her name was Sarah. Stranded alone on a highway, she had used her dad’s phone to call for help—but dialed David instead because her dad’s contact was saved as “Dad,” just like Amy had saved David’s.

Without hesitation, David drove out and found her—cold, scared, and desperate. She was about Amy’s age, studying nursing, trying to make ends meet. Helping her felt like a second chance.

That night, as he dropped Sarah off safely, he couldn’t shake the feeling that Amy had somehow guided the call.