I never hit stop.
I heard my mother’s laugh.
No, not silence. Anti-silence . The space between the samples wasn’t empty; it was heavy, like the room had suddenly filled with cold, still water. Then the waveform shimmered, and my screen flickered.
I reached for the spacebar.
The counter on the transport bar read: .
It wasn’t spam. It wasn’t a scam. It was a file from my late mentor, Kael, who had been dead for three years.