My Brother Hid a Recording Module Beneath His Daughter’s Dining Chair
“I’m not the parent,” I said.
“I need Dr.
Aris.
Thomas Aris.
He’s expecting us.”
She looked at Sophia, then at me, and picked up the phone without asking anything else.
Thomas came through the inner doors with his coat still on and his badge clipped on crooked.
He crouched down to Sophia first, which I hadn’t expected.