AUDIOBOOK
About
I heard before I saw her. The harsh smack of heels against cheap wooden floorboards. The loud phone calls. The incessant music. I knew before I met her. Discarded receipts in our communal hallway. Sticky leftovers in the shared food waste bin. Wine shop vouchers in the letterbox. Now she's gone, and I'm the only one who can find her. The only one who can save her. Because I know her, and I heard.