The Forgotten Tablet in a Nashville Bedroom That Saved Two Abandoned Children

Chloe Sterling took the page and held it at arm’s length.

“Who paid?”

“A card in the company’s name.

Vance Development Group.”

I had the cracked blue iPad on my lap, screen dark, my thumb resting on the broken corner of the glass.

“The manifests were the easy part,” Hank said.

“The texts took a judge.” He pushed a second stack over.

“His carrier, her second number.