The Man on Her Left
My work history.
Meridian.
The badge.
The shift.
What the fiftieth floor looks like.
How a cart works.
I understand now that none of that was filler.
He was doing exactly what a forensic interviewer does with a child: establishing what I sound like when I am telling the truth about something with no stakes, so that the room would be able to hear it if I ever stopped.