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

She looked at the rabbit.

“He doesn’t like butter.”

“Then he can have jam.”

She closed her eyes but didn’t let go of the ear.

I told her the door would stay open a crack.

“A crack?” she asked.

“A crack,” I said.

Then I stood in the hall and watched her breathe until the nurse touched my sleeve.