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

“And if Sophia asks for me?”

Elena didn’t answer right away.

“Then I’ll tell Thomas to tell her you’re working.”

“That isn’t true.”

“It’s what we have.” She hung up.

I sat in the freezing car.

The engine was off, the heat was off, and my breath showed in front of my face.

Elisa had reached the far curb.