My Brother Hid a Recording Module Beneath His Daughter’s Dining Chair
“You’re a disturbance.” Marcus took the paper back and folded it along the crease.
“The hospital has security.
I brought a copy for them too.”
A guard stood by the elevator with his hands folded.
He looked at the floor when I glanced at him.
“You have no right to take her away from us,” Marcus said.
“That’s what this says.
Not in those words, but close enough.”