Follow My Voice

Prologue

HIS VOICE.

It wasn’t his eyes or his looks that got me; it was his voice: delicate, soft, but at the same time confident and masculine.

I never imagined I could be so fascinated by someone based solely on the sound of their voice, without an idea as to what they look like.

But he was the only person I’ve allowed inside the four walls of my room, which I guess created the perfect storm.

My name is Klara. I’m a nineteen-year-old girl who, for the past eight months, has been unable to leave the house for more than fifteen minutes. Faithful listener of the radio show Follow My Voice .