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The sixth woman disappeared the morning after telling my father she wanted to see him again, and that was when I stopped believing it was coincidence. My name is Lola, and Dad had spent 12 years alone after losing my mother before finally joining a dating app. At first, I was thrilled to see him smiling again. He met kind women—a librarian, a bakery owner, an animal-shelter volunteer—and every date seemed to go wonderfully. Yet by sunrise, each woman had stopped calling, texting, or answering him completely. Dad started blaming himself and slowly became the quiet, withdrawn man he had been after Mom was gone. Desperate to understand what was happening, I asked my best friend Rachel to go on one date with him and tell me exactly what she noticed.
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