The Voice He Hadn't Heard in Years

David Chen hadn't spoken to his father in twelve years. Not since the argument that ended with a slammed door and silence that calcified into something permanent. He'd built a life in Portland — new job, new friends, a careful architecture of moving on. One Saturday morning at the Hawthorne farmers' market, David was examining a crate of Bartlett pears when a voice cut through the crowd noise like a blade through cloth.…