In the recording, the wind picked up, whistling through the microphone. Arthur closed his eyes and could almost feel the cold Atlantic air on his face.
Then, a second voice entered the recording. A woman’s laugh, light and distant. "Arthur! The tea is ready, and if you don't come back to the van, I'm eating all the shortbread!"
Arthur froze. It was Elena. He had forgotten she was there that day. They had drifted apart a year later, but in that three-minute recording, their life was still whole. The Legacy