Echoes Behind Graceland’s Doors
Years later, when the world mourned the legend, Linda grieved the boy who once whispered lyrics into her hair. She knew the stories people told, the caricature they replayed in endless loops, and she let them have it. Her truth lived in that unrecorded duet, in the memory of his cracked but determined voice beside hers. In that fleeting moment, they were not spectacle or tragedy. They were two people singing against the dark, knowing the song would end—and singing anyway.
