he ceiling, hearing whispers that weren't there. The voice in her mind repeated t

silence. In the quiet hours, her unsaid words felt alive, mocking her. She

spoken. In the quiet hours, her unsaid words felt alive, mocking her with their presence. Amaka longe

ore insistent, until she could hardly distinguish between her own thoughts and the echoes of her sile

a's withdrawal was gradual, but it was as if she was disappearing before their eyes. He