Sebastian understood before I finished the sentence.

He brought me a small digital recorder from an evidence bag, its casing still marked with my blood.

“They found this in your hand when you came into the ER,” he said.

“You were holding onto it hard enough that they had to work it loose.”

I pressed play.

First there was shouting, and then footsteps, and then Sabrina’s voice — except she was not crying anymore.

She was on the phone, and she was calm.