I thought of Marlene turning the camera away.

Of the recording showing her at the nursery door.

Of the emergency-call audio contradicting the original explanations.

For weeks, I’d believed that if I could only find the right words, Daniel and Marlene might admit what was happening.

Instead, the records had become more useful than my attempts to explain.

I looked at Alvarez.

“Do I need to keep the phone with me?”

“Only as you ordinarily would.