The one voice I had never, ever wanted to hear on my carrier again.

A voice at his ear said, "Don't you want to see your son?"

Yet a primitive voice deep inside me wants to yell no.

His voice wanted to tremble, but he didn't let it.

That voice she wanted to hear some more from.

She never knew what it was that the voice wanted her to surrender.

Her voice wanted very much to shake with anger; she held it steady.

The light offered peace, but the voice, the voice wanted her to live.

Her voice didn't want to function, but she made the words come.

The voice on the other end wanted more than friendship.