At first, she thought it was her own choking sobs echoing through the attic. Laura sniffed and took a shuddering breath. The muffled cries continued.
She crawled until the sound was clearer. A pinprick of light erupted from the floor. She realized that the drywall was crumbled in that spot, allowing sound from the room below into the attic.
“Marla, oh my heart…not strong…you were the strong one…”
Laura stilled, recognizing her father’s grief stricken voice. It was a side she’d never seen. He was always a “man’s man”, never showing weakness, never showing tears. Her anger melted a little.
Another week, another song. Leeroy is apparently pleased with the selection of I Cut Like A Buffalo by The Dead Weather.
I offer another snippet to my Love, Labored, Lost story. Laura learns something new