My Brother Hid a Recording Module Beneath His Daughter’s Dining Chair

He had a clipboard under one arm and two paper cups in his hands.

“One is tea,” he said.

“The other is tea that went cold while I argued with the lab.”

I took the one that was still warm.

“How is she?”

Thomas set the clipboard on the counter.

“She slept forty minutes.

She woke up asking if the walls in her room here have ears.”