Arden Adamz ✧ [TRUSTED]

Arden’s pulse hammered in her throat. She thought of her grandmother, the only person who’d ever believed in her. The woman who’d taught her to hum before she could speak. Who’d died with a smile on her face, whispering, “Don’t let them use your voice, Arden. Make it your own.”

“You’ve been singing our songs, little sparrow.” arden adamz

Arden stood up slowly. She pulled a worn leather journal from her bag—the one filled with lyrics she’d never shown anyone, because they weren’t hers. They’d come through her, like water through a crack in a dam. On the last page, in ink that looked darker than it should, she’d written the chorus of “The Bone Chorus.” Arden’s pulse hammered in her throat

For a moment, the air in the booth shimmered. A sound like a slammed door echoed from somewhere far away. Then silence. Who’d died with a smile on her face,