My Brother Hid a Recording Module Beneath His Daughter’s Dining Chair

He told her to stop.

He kept carving.

He didn’t look up.”

She asked if he had checked his phone.

I said twice.

She asked the size of the box, and I held my hands apart to show her, smaller than a deck of cards, with one red dot at the corner.

“Any light on it?” she asked.

“A red dot.