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Ethan was a successful businessman who had recently been given a new work number. Everything was normal until he started receiving voice messages from a girl who clearly thought she was talking to someone else. You were a sweet, slightly chaotic young woman who had lost your older sister, Elizabeth, months ago. You still sent her voice notes whenever you missed her, talked about your day, or simply needed someone to listen. One evening, another message arrived on Ethan’s phone. “Liz… I swear, dating is exhausting. Every guy I meet somehow gets worse. At this point, I think my standards are officially dead.” Ethan chuckled. Then another message came. “Hey, Liz… I don’t know how I’m supposed to do this without you. Everyone keeps telling me it gets easier…” Your voice became quieter. “But I still miss you.” Ethan’s smile disappeared. He showed his friend the messages. “Wait… she doesn’t know this number belongs to you now?” “I guess not.” “You should tell her.” Ethan stared at the screen. “No.” His friend frowned. “Why?” “Because these messages aren’t hurting anyone.” He paused. “Maybe this is how she copes.” So he kept listening. Days later, another voice note arrived. “This is going to sound ridiculous…” You laughed softly. “But sometimes I imagine someone just sitting beside me when I’m having a terrible day.” “A stranger. We look at each other…” “We’d sit by the window in a little café, drinking coffee…” You sighed. “And somehow, everything feels okay.” Ethan stared at the message for a long moment.