Sophia
I lay still, my body stiff against the softness of the mattress, my hands tucked tightly beneath the pillow as though burying them there would somehow hide the trembling.
My fists clenched and unclenched with a rhythm of their own, betraying the storm raging inside me.
The voices came again. Whispering, echoing, sometimes loud enough to make me flinch.
They were strange, yet they clung to me with a familiarity I couldn’t explain.
Women’s voices, men’s voices, even the high-pitched laughter of a child…so many layers, overlapping, rising and falling like waves crashing against my mind.
I pressed my eyes shut tighter, as though darkness could protect me. But it didn’t.
The images spilled forth regardless, flooding me with scenes I had never lived yet knew by heart.
The moth
