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

“She falls.” Her voice went up on the word falls.

“She’s five.

She falls.”

“The doctor saw them too.”

“Doctors see what they’re told to see.” She smoothed her hair again, then tucked her hands into her pockets.

I put my key in the Buick’s door.

The lock turned with a dry click.

“What else did the judge hear?”