The Unseen Empress of Sound

a sledgehammer, a brutal clench de

tchen island, my hand flying to the swell of

ed, the word ba

e-CMA party, his thumb moving with a slick, practiced speed. On the screen, Sab

aid, his voice flat. "I'

me, sharper this time. I fel

I think it's the ba

risis, Jocelyn, means Sabrina's stylist sent the wrong shoes.

ot our nigh

t. Every word, every chord, bled from a late night with a cheap guitar and a broken heart. H

trembling. "I fell. Earlier, on t

He stood up, walked over, and took my phone from the count

g to sit down, drink some water, and stop trying to sabot

rmhouse he was so proud of. Isolated. Miles down

tone he used when he was about to break me. "You get jealous, you get insecure,

y eyes. "She stol

ful. Now, I'm going to the awards. I'll be back late. Don't ca

ind him, a sound as final as a coffin lid closing. I