My Brother Hid a Recording Module Beneath His Daughter’s Dining Chair
“You don’t get to walk out of this room and into her hospital.”
He looked at me.
“You did this.”
I stood up.
My knees weren’t steady, but my voice was.
“I watched her show me the bruises on the back of her legs.
I watched her point at that chair.
You had a camera in her room.”