Walter nodded.
“Her voice.”
The young woman felt a chill run through her body.
Walter wasn’t joking.
He genuinely believed Eleanor would somehow speak to him again.
Every single day he sat there listening.
Waiting.
Hoping.
For two years.
Most people would have dismissed it as grief.
Or loneliness.
Or old age.
But then something happened.
Something neither Walter nor Claire could explain.
One quiet evening, as the sun began disappearing beneath the horizon, Walter suddenly sat upright.
His eyes widened.
And for the first time in months, a smile appeared on his face.
A real smile.
Not a sad one.
Not a forced one.
A joyful one..
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