Chapter 8 — The Deleted Voice

Deep in a secondary voicemail archive I never checked, I found three messages that had been filtered, automatically, into a deleted folder I had not known existed.

I stepped out into the quiet hospital hallway, put the phone to my ear, and pressed play on the first.

Rosalie’s voice filled my ear, frightened and vulnerable in a way I had never let myself hear.

“Alexander, it’s me again.