Four Minutes of Audio Recorded at the Lakeview Hotel

“Press send,” Ethan said.

I tapped the blue arrow.

The green message bubble popped up on the screen and sat there in the quiet room.

Ethan let out a long breath and dropped his shoulders.

“Thank you,” he said.

“That was the right thing to do.”

We sat there in the quiet bedroom, waiting for the screen to light up with a reply.

Thirty seconds passed, then a full minute.