“The Cry That Carries” weaves together sound and silence, a reminder that one cannot exist without the other. Here metaphor grows and grows, becomes the loud “cry” of the essay, that siren call of need, yet the silence of addiction echoes with haunting resolve. In such a short space, Kimberly Kearns’s essay reverberates outwards, shivers in a stilled body of water, a reminder that sometimes we don’t hear those things that tether us to the world.