He froze. The audio in his headphones perfectly matched the silence of his room.
Leo put on his headphones and pressed play. At first, there was only the hiss of dead air, the grainy texture of an old recording. Then, a voice drifted through—his mother’s voice, clear and rhythmic, humming a tune she used to sing before she disappeared fifteen years ago.
When it finished, a single ZIP file appeared on his desktop. He opened it to find a single audio file: Lullaby.mp3 .