He heard his own baritone, but wrapped around it, like a ghost in a warm embrace, was Jenna’s alto. The exact timbre. The way she slurred her 'S's. He froze, his hand hovering over the spacebar.
No. It was two people.
He heard his own baritone, but wrapped around it, like a ghost in a warm embrace, was Jenna’s alto. The exact timbre. The way she slurred her 'S's. He froze, his hand hovering over the spacebar.
No. It was two people.