The same recording.

The same laugh at the end of it.

And on the second call I did not leave a message, and I have thought about why, and it is because I had begun to understand that a second message would be a record of something.

Part Twenty-Nine: Have You Seen My Husband?

“Sorry,” I said to the nurse, working to keep it sounding like nothing.

“You haven’t seen my husband anywhere, have you?”