My Brother Hid a Recording Module Beneath His Daughter’s Dining Chair
A man’s voice came through it, short and quick, and then there was quiet while she listened.
One word came through clearly enough for me to hear.
Footage.
She came back to the table and set the phone down face first.
Her jaw was set.
She didn’t sit.
She kept her eyes on me.
“The house unit pulled the security feed,” she said.