My Brother Hid a Recording Module Beneath His Daughter’s Dining Chair
“Where’s Sophia?”
He held out the document.
“Room four.
Not that it matters to you now.”
I took it.
Three pages, stapled crookedly at the top corner.
The first page had a case number and a judge’s signature I didn’t recognize.
“What is this?”
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