My Brother Hid a Recording Module Beneath His Daughter’s Dining Chair
“And she’ll want to see that there are no devices in the rooms where Sophia sleeps.”
“I don’t own a camera.”
“Then you’re ahead of most people.”
A nurse pushed a cart past us, the wheels squeaking.
Thomas flipped to the last page and held out the pen.
“Sign here.
You’re her temporary guardian until the review.”
I signed my name under his.