I drove back to my rented apartment with the subpoena copies tucked safely in my leather tote.

Sophie was sitting at the little kitchen table drawing yellow sunflowers on a sheet of construction paper.

Her gray stuffed rabbit was propped against the leg of the wooden chair.

I sat at the living room table with my laptop on and hooked the purple toy phone up to it with my phone charging cable.

The computer read the device as an ordinary digital flash drive holding six audio files in a basic media format.

I opened the properties window for the oldest file.