At 2 A.M., a Hidden

wait until you hear it.”

She cried harder.

Then, after a long time, she whispered, “My voice says I love my son.”

I nodded.

“That’s the voice we listen to.”

Ava wiped her face.

“My voice says I was scared.”

“Yes.”

“My voice says I should have told you.”

I shook my head.

“Your voice doesn’t get to blame you for surviving.”

She looked at me for a long moment.

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