I couldn't move.For a few seconds, I wasn't sure if I'd actually heard it.“Amara…”The voice came again.Soft.Faint.But unmistakable.My mother.I reached for the door.My father's hand closed around my wrist.“Wait.”I pulled away.“No.”“Listen to me.”“No, Dad.”My voice shook.“I've waited my entire life to hear that voice again.”His expression broke.“I know.”“Then let me open the door.”He stared at the lock.Then slowly stepped aside.I turned the handle.The door opened.The room was empty.I stopped breathing.There was no one inside.Only a chair beside the window, a desk covered with papers, and an old tape recorder.Liana stepped inside.“Where did the voice come from?”I looked around.“I don't know.”Then the tape recorder clicked on.Static filled the room.I froze.My mother's voice followed.“Amara, if you're hearing this, you found the room.”I covered my mouth.Liana looked at me.My father lowered his head.The recording continued.“I know you have questions.
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