The Last Voice She Never Deleted

Dawson stood motionless beneath the porch light, rain beginning to fall around her. She looked exhausted, as though she had carried the same burden for decades.

Emma kept one hand on the silver locket.

“You said you’ve been looking for me,” she said cautiously. “Why?”

Helen lowered her eyes.

“Because your mother asked me to stop.”

Daniel frowned.

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