My Brother Hid a Recording Module Beneath His Daughter’s Dining Chair
The recorder clicked.
Elena reached over and wrote something on her pad.
The only sound was the pen.
Marcus looked at her.
“She’s lying.”
Elena wrote a time in the corner of her pad, ten forty-eight, then a second time, eleven.
“The county representative calls at eleven,” she said.
“About Sophia.”
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