A voice steadies–or shatters–relationships.
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She grabbed the phone on the bedside table, her eyes bleary.
The number was too familiar. Her grandma.
But she’d been dead for months.
Her trembling fingers hovered over the answer button.
Fuzzy static.
A faint cough.
“Hope you’re doing well, grandma. But what you did–“
The phone went dead.
She checked her answering machine in the morning. Perhaps it wasn’t working. But there was no record of their call.
Just a blank screen, staring back at her.
Then, it hit. She needn’t have waited.
She hadn’t been waiting for her grandma’s voice. She’d been longing to hear her own.
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