Presque vue
ShortStory 1,857 words
"People often spoke about hearing voices: commands, cajoling, or observations made by a chorus of individuals, a collective. But for Sam, it was always just one voice. It had sounded vaguely like her mother’s, and as she fought her way through girlhood and found the certainty and wholeness of identity waiting for her in womanhood, the voice sounded more and more like her own."
Content warnings 2
death-of-a-loved-onemental-illness
Quasar links out; the story lives on Uncanny, where the author gets the click.