Lena scrubbed to the marker and pressed space. A woman’s voice, breathless and small, filled the room. “If you’re listening to this, then maybe the bell has stopped for you too.” The voice belonged to Mara, a friend Lena had lost touch with after graduation—the one who always insisted on shooting at impossible hours. The clip was raw: Mara pacing the pier, speaking to someone unseen, fingers absently tracing the wood’s grain. wondershare video editor 5.1.3