Her voice was made for lullabies. For those soft, murmured sounds that come in the darkness of goodnight. Her voice was not made for opera halls or concert stages, to ring in peals of rapturous sound. It was fashioned from warm honey, comforting cream, and candlelight, designed for the dark spaces, to make the soft shadows sweet and the scary ones safe. It hummed in her chest and whispered on her lips. It kissed childish eyes and chased away all-too-grown-up fears. Her voice was made for lullabies, to be the heart’s guardian in the dark.