The Voice From the Grave
I didn’t move.
I couldn’t.
Because my brain refused to process what I had just heard.
It wasn’t possible.
It couldn’t be.
And yet—
Every nerve in my body screamed that it was real.
“Rob, please—” Clara started.
But I was already moving.
Past her.
Down the hallway.
Toward the voice.
“ROB!” she shouted, panic breaking through her composure.
Too late.
The hallway felt longer than it should have.
Every step echoing louder than the last.
My heart hammered in my chest so violently it hurt.
There was a door at the end.
Slightly open.
Light spilling through the crack.
And behind it—
Silence now.
Like whoever was inside had realized something was wrong.
My hand shook as I pushed the door open.
Slowly.
Carefully.
And then—
Everything stopped.
She was standing there.
In the middle of the room.
Alive.
Breathing.
Real.
Marina.
For a moment, the world didn’t make sense.
Time didn’t make sense.
Reality didn’t make sense.
Because the woman I had buried…
The woman I had mourned for five years…
The woman whose grave I had stood beside—
Was looking straight at me.
“Rob…” she whispered.
My knees almost gave out.
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “No, no, no… this isn’t real.”
But it was.
Every detail.
Every feature.
The same eyes.
The same voice.
The same presence that had once been my entire world.
“You’re dead,” I said hoarsely.
“I know what you were told,” she said softly.
“What I was told?” I snapped. “I buried you!”
“I never died.”
The words hit like a physical blow.
Behind me, Clara started crying.
“I didn’t want it to happen like this…”
But I couldn’t hear her anymore.
All I could see—
Was Marina.
Alive.
“Explain,” I demanded.
My voice didn’t sound like mine anymore.
It sounded… broken.
Marina took a step forward.
Then stopped.
Like she wasn’t sure if she had the right.
“I was in an accident,” she began. “That part was true. But it wasn’t as bad as they said.”
“Then why—”
“Because I made a choice,” she said.
Silence.
Heavy.
Unbearable.
“I had to disappear.”
The words felt unreal.
“Why?” I asked.
And that’s when she said it.
The sentence that shattered everything:
“Because someone wanted me gone.”
The room spun.
“What are you talking about?”
She looked at me.
Really looked at me.
With something I had never seen before.
Fear.
“The crash wasn’t random,” she whispered.
“They were trying to kill me.”
To be continued in Part 04
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