The Day You Hear My Voice Novels & Stories

But then I heard it. A voice. Her voice. Clear as day. Smooth. Familiar. Effortless. Laughter. Just a little. Like wind chimes I hadn’t heard in years. I froze. My glass slipped slightly from my hand, and I straightened like someone had hit a nerve. "Wait." Dan looked up. "What?" I blinked and turned toward the direction the sound had come from. "I just heard her voice," I said. Louder than I meant to. "I swear to God I just heard Helen."

"Was your client forced to sign it, or was he hypnotized?" Someone in the gallery let out a chortle. I turned around and realized it was Dad. At the end of the hearing, when the judge announced that the court was adjourned and the verdict would be issued at a later date, I stood up. Kayla suddenly spoke in my arms, not in my head. Her voice wasn't loud, but it was enough for the person sitting in the defendant's seat to hear. "Mommy, Daddy won in our previous life. This time, it's our turn."

A warm, clear voice sounded beside me. I turned my head and saw a young doctor in a white coat. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, and his gentle features gave him a calm, refined air. "How do you feel?" he asked softly. "Does anything hurt?" I opened my mouth, but my throat was so dry and painful that I could not speak. The doctor handed me a cup of water and carefully raised the head of my bed. "You had acute throat swelling caused by your mango allergy," he explained. "You nearly suffocated."

You're not fit to be a mom! He hung up before I could say anything. I called the repair shop and asked them to pull the dashcam footage from my car. … I arrived at the courthouse first thing the next morning, right on time. Just as I was about to cross the intersection, I ran into Vera. Her eyes immediately went to my belly, and she put on a dramatic expression. "Oh no, you lost the baby? What a shame. Then again, with a mom who can't hold onto a man, that kid never stood a chance. Even if it had been born, it would've just been a fatherless orphan—"

As I lost consciousness, I saw Levi running toward me. When I woke up again, the smell of disinfectants filled the air, and Levi sat beside me. As soon as he noticed I was awake, he grabbed my hand tightly. He asked, "Caitlyn, are you feeling better?" I yanked my hand away and remained silent, knowing that words would not matter. Levi grew anxious when he saw my empty stare. "Caitlyn, please say something. Don't shut me out like this, okay?"

"Listen, whatever you told everyone, please don't drag Tessa into it. She's already blaming herself, and she's fragile right now. She doesn't deserve to be humiliated over a misunderstanding." A misunderstanding. Something inside me went very still. "We're done, Elliot." "Nora." "I mean it. Don't call me again." I hung up before he could answer. Only after the call ended did my legs start to shake. I leaned against the wall, one hand pressed over my mouth, and cried so quietly my chest hurt from holding the sound in. A notification appeared while my vision was still blurred. An Instagram message request. Tessa Lane. I stared at the name until another message appeared below it.

On one sunny day, Liam went down on one knee, presenting me with a diamond ring he had designed himself, and asked, "Eleanor, will you marry me?" I smiled, held out my hand, and answered without hesitation, "Yes."

"We can talk about the wedding again when you're ready to apologize to her. From that day on, he texted me daily. "Have you realized what you have done wrong yet?" I simply turned off my phone and never replied. … On the wedding day, I sat alone in the waiting room. Through the closed door, I vaguely heard one of Gilbert's friends calling him. "Dude, why aren't you here yet?" "What? Did Jennifer talk you guys into this?" Gilbert replied. "Has she admitted that she's in the wrong yet?" I sneered. He was still so full of himself.

She let out a noise that nearly split my ear. "Wait! I'm pregnant!"

Noah contacted me for the third time. Exhaustion was audible in his voice as he murmured, "I'm sorry, Mom. Please come back."