Her expression softened and her voice quieted. "No way. Your dad has the prettiest voice in the world."
"They sound like him. Sometimes it sounds like Sawyer babbling, o-or you laughing. It'sa lot of things."
"Outside the window at night. And sometimes..." She stopped suddenly and became very focused with the sand.
There was nothing particularly extraordinary about it; it seemed Aubrey didn't want to finish her sentence.
She looked guilty, looking up. "Well... sometimes Aunt Nat takes me down to the docks to see 'em, but she tells me not to tell you so you have'ta promise you won't say anything."
