My Husband Died Before Our Daughter Was Born—Two Years Later, I Heard His Voice in Her Room (2 of 5)

It was a quiet afternoon. While Lily napped, I curled up on the couch with a blanket and a paperback, letting the calm settle over me—the kind of stillness that feels earned.

That’s when I heard it. A soft click. A sound like a window latching shut. I looked up, startled, but dismissed it as the wind. That explanation faded the moment I heard a voice.

Not just any voice—his voice.

It wasn’t a memory. Nor was it a figment of my imagination.

It was clear. Crisp. Unmistakably alive.

“I love you forever.”

Instantly, my blood turned to ice. My chest tightened. For a breathless second, I truly thought I was losing my mind.

“Alex?” I called out, my voice barely audible.

Moments later, I heard it again. Softer this time—drifting from Lily’s room.

I didn’t think. I ran.