She puts her left hand on the floor for balance.

She reaches across with her right hand into the front pocket of Daniela’s scrubs top.

And she takes the key.

Not the keys from the bowl.

Daniela had put the car key in the bowl eleven seconds after coming through the door, which is on clip one.

What was in the scrubs pocket was the spare — the one Daniela had started carrying in the last week of August and which she has told me since she started carrying because she had come home twice to find the bowl empty.

My twenty-year-old daughter had been carrying a spare key to her own car in her work clothes for three weeks because her mother had twice taken the one in the bowl.