الصوت المشترك

Morning arrived… just like any other day. Quiet. Unremarkable. But something… wasn’t right. At first… it was subtle. A missed call. A message left unread. Nothing alarming on its own… but unusual enough to be noticed. Hours passed. Attempts to reach her continued… but there was no response. No explanation. No indication of where she might be. Eventually… someone decided to check the house. From the outside… everything looked normal. No broken windows. No forced entry. Just a quiet home… exactly