A Voice From The Past
I leaned in, breath caught in my chest, as a small, familiar voice poured into the room. It was Hannah—alive in sound, as clear as if she were standing there. “Hi, Mommy,” she said, her sweet tone wrapping around me, stealing my breath. My heart skipped painfully. Karen whispered, tears welling, “She sounds exactly like I remember.” Those words, so innocent yet heavy, made this discovery more painful—and more necessary—than I ever could have imagined.
A Voice From The Past
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