My Brother Hid a Recording Module Beneath His Daughter’s Dining Chair
“Mr.
Vance,” she said.
“We need to keep this hall clear.”
Marcus didn’t look at her.
“Then tell my brother to bring me my daughter.”
Elisa, my sister-in-law, came off the elevator six minutes later with her coat open and her hair smooth.
She went straight to the charge nurse.
“My brother-in-law has been telling stories,” she said.
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