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

And Michael, she asked if she could have the red gelatin.

I told her I’d save one.”

I almost smiled.

“The red kind.”

“Only the red kind.”

I left the tea on the counter and went to find Elena.

When I looked back, the folder was gone.

The conference room had a long table and a projector no one turned on.