My Brother Hid a Recording Module Beneath His Daughter’s Dining Chair
Marcus looked back at Elisa.
“You will regret this.”
Elisa stood up then and pointed at him.
Her finger shook, but her voice didn’t.
“He forced me to stay quiet.”
Elisa followed me past the water fountain, her paper cup tilted and dripping.
“Michael. Wait.”
I stopped by the bulletin board with its row of missing persons flyers.