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I jerked to a stop and grabbed my phone to listen closer. I could hear shuffling as her panicky voice explained things that made little sense. I stopped the audio and played it back. She talked about receiving an ominous call. As I listened to it, I looked up and stared at my front door, somehow expecting Anny to run out of the house and come greet me, then beat me up for leaving her all day. But none of that happened.

This one was about a small girl who was afraid of thunder and the grandmother who told her the thunder was just the sky moving furniture around. He read that one too. All the way through. Same pace, same attention. I turned around. He looked up from the book. I said: you are reading to my stomach. He said: the research is clear. Repeated auditory exposure beginning at this gestational stage produces measurable recognition responses after birth. I am not going to skip a documented developmental window because it feels unusual. I said: it does not feel unusual. He said: good. He looked back at the book. I turned back to the drafting table.

Maya leaned back into the plush headboard of her bed, with a soft blanket laid over her legs as the soothing voice of her audiobook narrator filled the room. She closed her eyes and let the richness of the storytelling take her away. The afternoon sun was warm as it came through the big bay windows, casting golden lighting across the spacious room. It felt good to be home, surrounded by familiar walls that held so many memories. It was suddenly broken by the sound of her door bursting open and sending her into a fright.

“Are you ready?” “On my way,” I shout back, giving Kitten a stroke on the head and grabbing my bum bag and slinging it around my chest. I’ve got an audiobook playing and want to hear the end, I’m so close and it’s a psychological thriller and I just know there will be an end plot twist. “Hey Mom, how was your morning?”

providing a sense of security. To pass the time, Chloe plugged her earbuds in and opened her favorite audiobooks app, GoodFM. She listened to a few chapters of a comforting novel, the words washing over her as she tried to push away the anxiety building inside her. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t escape the reality of what was coming. A waiter approached quietly, offering water or wine. Chloe opted for water, knowing she needed a clear head for whatever Dan was about to throw her way.

If only I could see her face as she said that to me. Maybe I should turn down his offer and save myself the humiliation of another divorce in future. If he wants to help, he should just offer it to me as a friend. I plugged in my AirPods and continued listening to the audiobooks, using my imagination to work on the procedures. I remained seated for what felt like hours , my butt was beginning to hurt. I stood to stretch my body but I didn't take a step, afraid that I would not be able to trace my way back to the chair.

All I can do is wait and wait until Liam does send me a message. I reach for my book on the bedside cabinet, I’m an avid reader but tonight I open it up and just stare at the pages. So unlike me, especially when it’s the a Colleen Hoover like this one is. Really, I’m not even able to focus on the words, they’re swimming in front of my eyes. Perhaps I ought to swap to an audio book, that might soothe me whilst I wait.

Something new pretending to be old. Sierra listened to the pouring water and Alek humming in the bathroom from their room before she held the book, feeling every corner of the page. Taking a deep inhale, smelling the pages. As she expected, there was something unusual. When she opened the cover, she was proven right. She knew she should be nervous, but all she had in mind was a disappointment as every imaginary butterfly left with all the excitement she was feeling previously.

because I read them when I was a freshman and now I'm listening to the audio version. I double the playback speed to finish the books in half the time. I'm currently on the third one, Eclipse. Since I've seen the movies before, I don't need to pay full attention. I begin sketching various things. First, a multicolored flower with an abundance of hues. Then, I use random circles to create something abstract. I'm not entirely sure what it is, but I know it's something. After this "warm-up," I flip to a new page and draw a depiction of myself walking down the aisle.

She takes a deep breath, the sound of her sigh echoing in the quiet room, mingling with the nervous flutter in her chest. As her phone buzzes with a notification, breaking the stillness, Audrey's heart skips a beat as she reaches for the device. Her eyes scan the text message from Jax, confirming that he has arrived to pick her up. A sense of urgency prickles at the back of her mind, urging her to gather her belongings and prepare for the next chapter that awaits her.