The Forgotten Tablet in a Nashville Bedroom That Saved Two Abandoned Children
The refrigerator clicked off, then on again.
The clock over the stove read 7:58.
I sat at Delaney’s kitchen table with the tablet in both hands, staring at the zero balance on the screen.
I closed the banking app and unplugged the iPad’s charger from the wall.
The cracked blue screen went black, and I gathered the printed flight receipts and bank statements into a manila folder.
Chloe Sterling’s assistant buzzed me into the conference room at ten twenty-five, and I put the folder on the table before I even took off my coat.