When the Angel Sings Again

ken words. For ten years, I, Gabrielle Johns, had been the devoted wife of Pastor Caleb Hughes. The Christian

it a "sacred vow of purity," a sacrifice to maintai

, I thought, after a decade of waiting, we would finally be husband and wife in every sense

in. One was Caleb' s, low and urgent. The other was a woman's

' s voice cut through the wood. "This b

e on the doo

"The technology is ready. It's experimental, but the

n cold. Wha

t her voice, Caleb. Not just a recording. I want its essence. I want to sin

dent. A medical procedure to fix some minor damage. They'll transfer the unique resonant qualities from her

My ten-year marriage, my faith, my entire life-it was all a lie. A carefully cons

stifle the sound. The silk nightgown felt like a shroud. The man I loved, the man I had dedic