The whispers call

Previously

…She looked at Morales, then at Elena. They looked back at her, their faces a mixture of relief and apprehension. Sofía knew that the immediate threat was over. The killer, whatever it was, had been appeased, or perhaps, absorbed. But the silence that now settled over Valle Gris was a different kind of silence. It was the silence of a secret finally laid bare, a silence that held the promise of peace, but also the lingering shadow of what had been. Sofía had survived the whispers' call, but she knew, with a chilling certainty, that she would never truly be the same. The echo of their voices would forever be a part of her.