My Husband Died Before Our Daughter Was Born—Two Years Later, I Heard His Voice in Her Room
I lost my husband, Alex, in a car accident just weeks before our daughter, Lily, was born. Two years have passed since that awful day, and while I’ve done my best to move forward—for Lily’s sake—the grief still lives with me. One quiet afternoon, while Lily was napping, I finally allowed myself a moment to breathe. The house was still. Peaceful. And then I heard it—a soft click, followed by a voice. His voice.
“I love you forever,” it said.
My breath caught. My body froze. Panic, disbelief, and a flicker of hope surged through me all at once. I ran down the hallway, heart pounding, and pushed open Lily’s door to find her…
My name is Elena. I’m 30, and since losing Alex, each day has felt like walking through fog. I’ve carried our daughter Lily through the grief, trying to be enough for both of us.
