صدای مشترک

My hands were shaking as I stared at the photo. My sister had been missing for three years. Police searched the woods. The lake. Everywhere. They never found her. But the photo on my phone was clear. She was inside my house. Smiling. Watching me sleep. Another notification appeared. “1 new photo added.” This one was different. It was taken from the top of the stairs. Looking down at the living room. I could see myself on the couch again… But this time I wasn’t asleep. In the photo,