The Voice They Stole: A Vargas Reckoning

im. He held the laryngosc

vocal cord hemorr

, unable to speak. I just poin

t, combined with the extreme stress, caused a significant ble

finish. I knew what

ue voice? I wrote

fic resonance and power... it' s unlikely to

erile white room. I looked at my reflection in the dark

taken my guitar. Now they had taken

here was a knock on

Brooke.

her eyes lingering on the

said, the fake sympathy in her voice m

without being invited, runnin

ed. "He' s a good man, you see. He doesn' t like

ask of concern dropping away

e is." She smiled, a cruel, sharp thing. "He' s launchin

at her,

You' ll fetch coffee, make copies. Be a part of hi

op in their political theater. A broken sin

at her, my s

that. It' s a generous offer. What else ar

s broken. I was def

I wa