My Brother Hid a Recording Module Beneath His Daughter’s Dining Chair
“Neither is the evidence.”
She slid a copy of the order across the counter.
The paper was still warm from the copier.
“Take that to the hospital.
They need it for discharge.”
Thomas met me outside the pediatric ward at Lake Forest Hospital with a clipboard and a pen he kept clicking.
“The social worker approved temporary kinship care,” he said.
“I have the discharge summary here.”