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Sabrina lowered her head for a moment, and when she looked up again, I froze in confusion. Tears glistened in her eyes. But apart from tears, there was something else, but I couldn’t quite make it out just what. Fear? Perhaps. But what was she afraid of? That was what I had to find out…

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I continued to silently observe her. As if in response to this, Sabrina wrinkled her nose, casually tossed her wet hair back, and began pacing the room. She furrowed her brows repeatedly, pondering whether she could trust me. After several minutes of continuous pacing, she stopped by the window. Another loud sigh escaped her lips, filled with so much anguish that my heart nearly stopped.

“Come on, what’s wrong? ” I asked as gently as possible.

“You won’t believe it,” the girl whispered softly, covering her face with her hands.

“Maybe just start, and we’ll take it from there? Trust me, I believe in a lot of things,” I encouraged her.

She pondered for a few seconds, then looked at me fearfully.

“And you won’t tell anyone? ”

I raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“I mean, you won’t tell anyone that I’ve lost it and won’t start teasing me about it?”

“Are you kidding? Watching you in pain doesn’t bring me any pleasure, even remotely, ” and that was the absolute truth. “And I don’t believe you survive solely on expired food, ” I muttered. To my immense relief, she smiled.

“Okay, I’ll try. ”

Sabrina settled comfortably on the couch, contemplating where to begin her story.

“It all started on January twenty-fourth. Exactly a year after my grandfather’s passing.”

“Yeah, I remember,” my voice betrayed me slightly, but Sabrina didn’t seem to notice.

“That night, I…” she suddenly fell silent and took a deep breath. “That night, I heard his voice for the first time. In my sleep.”

I furrowed my brow but didn’t say anything. Instead, I cleared my throat, indicating to Sabrina that she should continue her story.

“I didn’t think much of it then, dismissing it as just a weird dream. But soon the dream recurred, becoming clearer. And another voice joined Alex’s. A woman’s voice. Then images appeared, becoming clearer and more distinct with each new dream. They argued about something, and… sometimes Grandpa yelled at her. And then the voices disappeared, for about a month, maybe more. But then they returned again,” Sabrina explained. I approached Sabrina and sat down beside her.