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I’ll admit, I side-eyed the ‘Virtual Voice’ narrator tag at first—no human performer? But within minutes, the choice made sense. This isn’t a story that needs vocal acrobatics; it’s a hushed, internal unraveling, and the AI’s neutral delivery actually heightens the rawness of the protagonist’s observations. When she describes the way *he* laughs too loud at parties or how his hands linger just a second too long, the lack of inflection forces you to sit with the weight of her words. That said, the narration isn’t without flaws: the pacing occasionally feels *too* even, flattening moments that could use a beat more breathlessness (a whispered argument, a near-kiss). And while the short runtime keeps things tight, the abrupt ending might frustrate listeners craving more resolution—though, honestly, that ambiguity is part of the point. James excels at writing the *almost*—almost-confessions, almost-touches, almost-crossed lines—and the story’s strength lies in its refusal to tidy up the emotional fallout. The party scenes, in particular, crackle with a specific kind of dread: the kind you feel when you’re the only one who notices the cracks in someone’s performance. My one critique of the writing? The best friend’s dialogue sometimes veers into *too* oblivious territory, which stretches believability. But that’s a minor quibble in a story that otherwise nails the push-pull of wanting someone you’re not supposed to. If you’ve ever sat across from someone at a dinner table, heart pounding, thinking *does he know I know?*, this one’s for you.