As I listened to her speak, there was something unusual about the way her voice sounded. It was almost as if she was struggling to form her words, as if each syllable was a struggle to pronounce. Her voice was hoarse and scratchy, yet there was an underlying trembling that made me worry she was on the verge of tears. I couldn't quite put my finger on what was wrong with her tone, but there was no denying that something was off. It was like her voice was a reflection of her inner turmoil.
