My hands froze.
For a moment, I just stared at the small recorder sitting in my palm, like it didn’t belong to my world anymore. Like it had come from somewhere else—somewhere I wasn’t ready to face.
The truck engine hummed softly around me, but everything else felt silent.
I don’t know how long I sat there before I finally pressed play.
At first, there was only static.
Then—
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