The sound of wind. Then, the rhythmic thump-thump of a heart. And finally, Maya’s voice—not shy, but resonant and clear.

Elias tried the obvious passwords. Her birthday. The name of her cat. Denied.

"Day 1,825. They think I'm not listening because I don't speak. They think because I look down, I don't see. But I’ve recorded everything. Every lie, every secret whispered in the hallway, every time Dad thought I was asleep and cried in the kitchen."