Lost Signals [Ongoing]

a whisper from the past | ii

Suddenly, her phone buzzed,

a notification she had thought long dead.

It was an old voicemail message from Danny.

With trembling fingers,

she pressed play,

and his voice spilled forth.

“Hey Maya, it’s me.

I know I’ve been busy,

but I just want you to know

I think about you every single day.

I’m working on something big…”

The message trailed off,

his tone shifting into uncertainty.

A chill fluttered down her spine.

What was he working on

that felt so significant?