Voices Echoing
The chair groaned beneath me as Hannah’s voice crackled from the recorder, both tender and haunting. My eyes blurred with tears as I clung to each syllable, unwilling to let any slip away. It felt as though she was reaching across time, whispering from the past. “I miss you, Mommy,” she said, the words slicing straight through me. Karen’s hand tightened around mine, grounding me as I held on to every precious second, each one a fragment of my daughter I thought I’d never hear again.
Voices Echoing
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