Fiction Narration, Multiple Voices M/F
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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Allison Robinson ripped open the luxurious crested envelope that her husband, Doug, handed her and stared at the contents and confusion. What is this? She wrinkled her forehead and waited for him to explain. A mischievous grin softened his chiseled jawline, lending him that brooding air that effortlessly arrested female attention. Wherever he went, I booked a Caribbean cruise to celebrate our wedding anniversary next month. 10 years is worth celebrating in style, baby, don't you think? He threw his 6 ft to frame down in the chair next to her at the kitchen table and reached for her hands, rubbing his thumbs back and forth over her knuckles, a familiar gesture that had once ignited passion inside her but that she now found mildly irritating. A lot of things about Doug irritated her of late. He was too close to the nucleus of her pain every time she looked into his eyes. It was a stark reminder of just how much she'd lost, how much they'd both lost. Although he seems to have forgotten that, as if reading her mind, Cody began shooing people away. Everyone, back up. Please give her some space. So, feeling anxiously over her, Alison Can you hear me? You're going to be all right. The paramedic adjusted an ice pack behind her neck. Feeling better, Alison went her parched lips and croaked. What What happened? You passed out in the water. It was likely heatstroke, the paramedic replied. Do you want to try and sit up now? Alison nodded, and the paramedic grabbed one arm while Doug gripped the other. I'll get you some water, baby, Doug said, his voice gravelly with concern. Are you her husband? The paramedic inquired. Doug nodded. Yes. Is your wife on any medication? She has a prescription for an antidepressant. Do you happen to know what it's called? The paramedic asked. Just so I could make a note of it on my report. Robinson Lee stretched out on the bunk in his cabin, hands folded behind his head, staring morosely at the ceiling as he mold over the hostesses. Words. Misty couldn't take her eyes off that guy. No doubt she'd taken a second or even a third look at the strikingly handsome Doug Robinson. But what the hostess didn't know was that it was the sapphire and diamond necklace that had really caught Misty's. I He was still trying to wrap his head around the idea that Misty had brazenly stolen the necklace and then returned it later on that evening. Either she'd lost her nerve afterward. Or she'd had difficulty unloading the expensive piece of jewelry to whomever she'd tried to sell it. Teoh, What other explanation was there? Alison turned to her a frenzied look in her luminous eyes. What if he doesn't? What if he's trying to kill me? She said so softly that Sophia almost didn't catch it. Don't say that. She chided. You're upset. Doug loves you. He has no reason to harm you. I wish that were true. Sophia pulled out a lock of her hair nervously. You're scaring me now. What are you talking about? Alison covered her face with her hands and shook her head slowly. I can't. I promised Doug. I promised him what? Sophia gritted her teeth quashing down the wild conjectures coming to mind. Does he have some kind of hold over you? Alison, please talk to me. She looked directly at Sofia, her eyes filled with a defeated air. Promise you won't let slip that I told you. You can't say anything to Cody either. No, of course not. Sophia hesitated and then prompted. You can trust me. I didn't have a miscarriage. Alison's voice trailed off into a despairing sob. I killed our daughter.