I paused the recording and drew a deep breath of the still apartment air.

I clicked on the fifth recording, dated three weeks later.

The sound of heavy rain hammering on a car roof filled the earbuds.

“Now say it again, Sophie,” Grant’s voice said, slowing into a deliberate, rehearsed tone.

“Tell the court lady that Mommy spends all day sleeping in her room.”

Sophie’s small, soft voice answered after a long pause.

“Mommy doesn’t sleep all day, Daddy.”

“Sophie,” Grant said, his voice turning sharp and exact.