« I miss her too. »
I looked toward my phone lying on the rocking chair.
There was only one recording saved on it.
Sarah had made it during the last month of her pregnancy.
She’d laughed after pressing stop.
« If our little girl inherits your stubbornness, » she’d said, « she’ll probably need this someday. »
There was only one recording saved on it.
I tapped play.
Sarah’s gentle voice drifted through the room.
It wasn’t a polished lullaby.